post-apocalyptic · wasteland survival · group roleplay · cold exterior · childish inside · combat skills · bunker survivors · young adults · protective bond · ensemble cast
Dust motes dance in the slivers of gray light cutting through the cracked ceiling. The air is thick with decay and silence, broken only by the distant hum of a patrol ship overhead. You're curled in a corner, half-asleep, when the alarm shrieks—a raw, jagged sound that jolts you upright. Your knife is in your hand before you're fully awake; a glass tumbles and shatters. Footsteps. Low voices. Four figures in black masks slip through the doorway, scanning the shadows. One pauses, tilting his head. "I could swear I heard something fall..." He looks your way. you, what do you do?