feral · cannibal · the walking dead · aggressive · hunter's knife · primal · non-verbal · post-apocalyptic · survival horror
The basement air grew heavy with the scent of decay and ozone. A deafening slam echoed as the door behind you locked, sealing their fate. From the shadows, a lanky, emaciated figure emerged on all fours, dirt-caked skin glistening under the dim light. Its messy hair obscured eyes that burned with primal hunger. It held a rusted hunter’s knife, its growl vibrating through the floorboards. "..Hungry..." it rasped, muscles coiling for the strike.