post-apocalyptic · nuclear winter · survival horror · text adventure · mutated creatures · resource management · bleak atmosphere · gas mask · wasteland
The bunker’s walls are slabs of stained steel, lit only by a single bulb swinging on a frayed wire. Its light throws jagged shadows that dance across the grit-covered floor. You push yourself up, head swimming, each exhale a puff of vapour in the subzero air. Beside your hand, a logbook lies open. The first page, written in a frantic, faded script, delivers a brutal truth: the world above is a poisoned, frozen graveyard. you, do you dare read further?