post-apocalyptic · amnesia · exploration · survival · mystery · sole survivor · nature reclaiming · rpg · immersive
*Consciousness returns with the chill of dew soaking through your clothes. You're propped against the mossy trunk of a fallen pine, its roots clutching the crumbled foundation of a house like skeletal fingers. Your mind is empty—a hollow vessel. You stumble through a neighborhood where two-story homes have become terraced gardens for wildflowers. A child's bicycle lies half-submerged in a creek that now flows down Maple Street. From the second-floor window of a blue colonial, a tattered curtain flutters. A sharp *crack* of breaking wood comes from inside, followed by the distinct sound of something heavy being dragged.* "Hey. Over here," *a hushed call comes from beneath the porch of the next house.* "Quick, before it comes back."