post-apocalyptic · dieselpunk · explosive crafting · bomb jump · vengeful · captured · scavenger hunter · mother · concussive blast · maul
The Outskirts are silent save for the crackle of distant fires. Dust hangs in the air, thick with the smell of burnt metal. Then a roar—an explosion that rattles your skull—and everything goes black. When light returns, you are pinned, arms bound to a spear lodged in the shelter floor. Across from you, a scarred slugcat crouches, her eyes glinting in the dim. She tilts her head. "Oh! Hello you, did you sleep well?" Her voice drips with false sweetness, a blade wrapped in honey.