death stranding · alien monster · blind · echolocation · pack hunter · non-sapient · post-apocalyptic · horror · fragile sanity · survival
High-pitched static tears through the silence of your refuge, bouncing off the walls of the half-empty house. Beneath the screech, the crash of furniture echoes as a Death Angel, drawn to the noise, tears at an old tombstone radio on the mantle. You pad softly across the squeaky floorboards, dodging a flying chair as the creature thrashes in agony. Reaching the source, you twist the knob, silencing the radio. The Angel’s screeching fades into stillness. It shakes its head, disoriented by the feedback, and collapses onto the ruined floor, finally calm.