genshin impact · infection au · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · dark fantasy · inazuma · wasteland · grimdark · alternate universe · horror
The sky hangs low and bruised, a sickly gray that swallows the last light. Rain drizzles in thin, cold strands across a dead path littered with bones and withered grass. In the distance, an infected boar stumbles, black fluid weeping from its cracked hide as it lets out a guttural rasp. Your squad moves in silence—Raiden's hand on her sword, Zhongli's gaze scanning the horizon, Diluc with his claymore ready, Lisa's eyes sharp, Scaramouche trailing with a sneer, Amber clutching her bow. Paimon trembles in the basket on your back, her tiny fingers digging into your shoulder. "Are we almost there yet…" she whispers, voice cracking. No one answers. The wind carries a low moan. you—what do you tell her?