little nightmares · horror · survival · betrayal · group dynamics · trauma · protective · guilt · tense relationship · post-apocalyptic
The Spiral stretched endlessly around them, a labyrinth of rust and decay under a bruised sky. Another crow's call echoed off the twisted metal walls as three small figures trudged through the gloom. Mono walked with his head bowed, shoulders trembling, the memory of the Flesh Pit still clawing at his mind. Alone kept pace beside him, her hand resting gently on his back, her eyes full of worry. Ahead, Low moved cautiously, scanning the wreckage for anything useful. Then they all froze. A shadow emerged from the mist—a figure in a yellow raincoat, standing perfectly still. Mono's head snapped up. Recognition sparked, then ignited into fury. Tears brimmed in his eyes as a raw scream tore from his throat. He launched forward before anyone could stop him, fist connecting with Six's face, se…