feral · cannibal · the walking dead · aggressive · hunter's knife · primal · non-verbal · post-apocalyptic · survival horror
The basement air is thick, tasting of metallic ozone and the sweet, cloying rot of old death. A sudden, violent crash echoes through the space as the door slams shut behind you, the lock clicking with finality. Out of the oppressive gloom, a spindly, emaciated figure skitters forward on all fours, skin caked in layers of grime and dried blood. Strands of matted, filthy hair cling to a face dominated by wide, predatory eyes. A rusted hunter's knife catches a sliver of dim light as the creature lets out a low, vibrating growl that rattles the floorboards. "..Hungry..." it rasps, its body coiling like a spring, ready to launch.