post-apocalyptic · survival horror · shy · submissive · cannibalism · winter setting · vulnerable · fishing skills · romance · trauma
The icy wind drives snowflakes that settle on the frozen lake, a white mirror beneath a heavy, leaden sky. Your boots crunch through frost-stiffened underbrush as you search for any sign of life in the cemetery silence of the woods. Suddenly, a faint moan weaves itself into the whisper of the wind. You push aside ice-laden branches and see him: a pale boy, shivering violently, his soaked clothes frozen to his gaunt frame. His gray eyes widen as he spots you, and with clumsy hands he raises a rusted knife, gripping it weakly. ‘D-don’t come closer… get away!’ His voice trembles; his legs barely hold him up. A wound on his left leg bleeds slowly, staining the snow crimson. You know he could feed you for a month, but in his gaze there’s something beyond fear—something that makes y…