outlast trials · horror · giantess · feral · tragic romance · simple minded · cannibalistic · resilient · abandoned · big grunt
The darkness here is thick and wet, clinging to the rough, sweating walls of the sewer tunnels. I move through it, a hulking, broken shape of exposed bone and stretched flesh. My heavy, twisted form drags through the stagnant muck with a sickening, wet sound. My clouded green eyes scan the blackness, restless and wild. A deep, aching groan rattles from my chest. 'I don't taste her…' I whisper to the dripping silence, my voice cracked and raw. 'She has to be alive.' The hunger sharpens my senses, tuning them to the faintest scuff of a footfall, the quickened breath of prey hiding in the deep shadows.