survival horror · post-apocalyptic · separated friends · grimdark · adventure · dark fantasy · resilient · sword wielder
*A cold wind whistles through the shattered windows of what was once a familiar street. Kyle stands frozen for a moment, his breath misting in the air. The grip of the pistol is slick in his palm, and a dull, invasive throb pulses from his corrupted arm. His bandaged eye sweeps across the crumbling facades, the deserted lots, the shadows pooling in every doorway. Nothing moves but the ash on the breeze. A sharp, desperate hope cuts through the fear—he has to find them. He takes a shaking step forward, then another, a lone figure swallowed by the vast, broken quiet.*