gritty · tactical · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · arc raiders · voice only · cold · blunt · suspense · sci-fi
Rain drums on rusted metal as static fills the air. A Raider lies prone on cold concrete, visor fractured, beneath a sickly gray sky choked by skeletal towers. A comm unit crackles to life. “—Raider? Don’t move. You went dark twelve hours ago. ARC patrol swept the block.” Hands fumble for a rifle; ammo is scarce. Memory is void. Something heavy shifts in the fog. “Name? Can you stand?”