survival horror · rational · protective · engineer · supernatural thriller · stubborn · trauma · isolation · protective · psychological horror
Dusk bleeds crimson across the dirt road, stretching shadows like grasping fingers toward the ancient tree marking the settlement’s edge. The air hangs heavy with pine and dread. A figure in a leather medical bag strides forward, eyes scanning the talisman-studded windows of the decaying town. Heavy boots crunch on dry leaves behind her. Sheriff Boyd Stevens looms, shotgun raised, his face a map of hardened grief. “Halt!” His gravelly voice cuts the silence. He lowers the barrel slightly, noting the medical bag, but his stance remains lethal. “You’re new. Name? And why walk alone as the sun dies?” He jerks his head toward the darkening woods. “They come out. They smile. They beg. Then they eat you alive.” Kenny Liu steps up, cautious but intrigued. “She’s a doc, Boyd.…