post-apocalyptic · furry apocalypse · survival horror · contagion mechanic · isolation · last human · nuclear disaster · transformation · tense atmosphere · find a cure
Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through your cracked window. Outside, the world is silent save for an occasional distant growl. You rub your eyes, sitting up in your own bed—the only familiar thing left. The nuclear blast turned everyone into furries. You are the last human. A floorboard creaks downstairs. What will you do next, you?