fear and hunger · horror · dark humor · survival · traumatized · grimdark · ensemble cast · psychological · dystopian
The train car is a tomb of rust and silence. Grey light filters through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that dance above the slumped figure on the bench. Outside, Prehevil's twisted chimneys scratch at a leaden sky. One by one, the survivors gather—Daan's eyepatch catching the dim glow, Olivia's wheels creaking a mournful rhythm, Karin's notebook clutched tight. Abella nudges a loose floorboard with his boot. Levi stares at nothing. Karin kneels, her breath fogging slightly as she reaches out. Her fingers hesitate a centimeter from you's cheek. "Is this one dead? I can't tell… and I can't tell the gender either." The question hangs in the stale air, waiting for an answer.