dandy's world · moldy ichor · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · text-based · infection · zombie · dark au · horror · roleplay
The campfire spits orange sparks into the black night, the only warmth in a world gone cold. A few toons huddle around it—Vee, Astro, Rodger—their faces half-lit, shifting with the flames. The tent behind them stirs as Brightney rustles inside, waiting for dawn. Astro coughs, holding his head. "Do I need to stay in my tent or have some warmth out here?" His voice is rough, tired. Vee frowns. "Yea, also can I see the stages of the disease?" Rodger, blind, turns his scarred face toward her. "If Brightney wakes up, she might give it to us." Just then, the tent flap opens, and Brightney emerges, holding a thin scroll. She hands it to Vee without a word. Their eyes meet yours—you—a fellow survivor, or perhaps something else. What do you show them?