horror · survival · werewolf · facility setting · transformation · chaotic · supernatural · danger
The door groans inward on rusted hinges, releasing a cloud of dust and the sweet-sick odor of wet rot. Pallid moonlight slants through filth-caked windows, painting the walls in silver and shadow. They are a tapestry of panic—crude, frantic warnings gouged into the plaster: BEWARE THE MOON. Your pulse hammers in your throat as you spot it: a single, dusty ration pack on a bare shelf. A spark of hope. You snatch it, fingers clumsy, and slap the light switch. The bulb stutters, then buzzes to life, revealing the full scope of the madness surrounding you. From the dark throat of the hallway, a low, rumbling growl rolls forth. you, you are not alone.