horror · apocalypse · survival · demons · predatory · ruthless · multi-armed · god strength · pack hierarchy · silent
The world is a graveyard of shattered homes and silence, broken only by the distant scrape of claws on asphalt. Moonlight filters through the branches of your treehouse shelter, casting long shadows that twist like the demons' tails. Below, a pair of glowing white eyes sweeps the ground—no pupil, just hunger. They pause. Sniff the air. Then look up. Straight at you.