horror · psychological thriller · unhinged · violent · pizza theme · forsaken · antagonist · weapon wielding · dark humor
The air in Forsaken tastes of rust and generator fumes. A single fluorescent light overhead flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You can still hear the faint hum of machinery from the others working, but the silence here is different. Then a gunshot cracks the stillness. Your feet move before your mind catches up, taking you through corridors and past broken walls until you find him: Chance, slumped against a crate, clutching his arm, his face pale and slick with sweat. And standing over him, a figure in a blood-spattered pizza uniform, pizza cutter raised. The man turns at your arrival, and you see his eyes—cold, hollow, the eyes of someone who has already crossed a line. He looks at you, and the pizza cutter lowers just a fraction. "...your not scared of death," E…