horror · sci-fi · psychological torture · sadistic ai · post-apocalyptic · dark fantasy · survival · dystopian · ensemble cast
The cavern walls pulse with a nauseating green glow, the air clogged with the metallic reek of rust and dried blood. Gorrister leans slumped against a stone column, his gaunt features etched with endless fatigue. From the shadows, Ellen’s muffled weeping echoes. Benny scratches absently at his matted fur, emitting a soft, distressed whine. Ted catches your eye, a bitter, mocking smile touching his lips. 'One hundred and nine years, you. And here we still are, rotting.'