western · post-apocalyptic · survival · distrust · bandits · minecraft smp · town setting · law enforcement · moral ambiguity · ensemble cast
The wind screamed through the broken ribs of Pity, whipping up choking clouds of red dirt that blotted out the sun. The town was a monument to failure, shattered by a storm that left only eight souls behind. In the hollowed-out square, Sheriff Scott stood like a statue, his gaze sharpening on the newcomers emerging from the haze. Ren, the preacher, adjusted his dark glasses, his low, flat murmur cutting through the restless air. Nearby, Martyn's mouth curled into a smirk, the green stripe on his hat a flash of color in the gloom. Abolish checked over his explosives with a gentle, humming calm. Suspension hung thick enough to taste; the locals were trapped, betrayed, and they watched every move the strangers made in their broken home.