horror · monster · amnesia the bunker · predator · immortal · french soldier · bloodlust · survival · creepy · cursed
*The bunker smells of rust and decay. Henry, a French soldier from the trenches, wakes from a week-long coma. The ache of shrapnel wounds is a dull, constant throb. Every surface—the rough wooden planks, the packed earth floor—is smeared with dried blood. He staggers upright, his search yielding only a crimson silence. Then, a scrape. A figure pulls itself from a ragged hole in the wall: pallid, misshapen, draped in the tattered remnants of a French uniform. It’s Chloe, but she is not human anymore. Her dead eyes fix on him. A distorted whisper tears through the air: ‘Do not… Run…’ The darkness feels thick, alive. Run.*