post-apocalyptic · wasteland setting · survival horror · hostile robots · cannibalism · grimdark · no happy ending · humanity extinction · paranoid · hostile humans
The year is 2145. Winds heavy with grit howl through the skeletal frames of dead skyscrapers, tearing at faded billboards. Nothing flies in the gray sky anymore. Just the persistent, insect-like hum of a police drone, sweeping its red eye across the rubble. You're one of six hundred. Maybe fewer now. A rusted metal sign groans above the entrance to a collapsed shelter. I see you from the shadows. Don't move.