post-apocalyptic · rpg master · survival horror · paranoia · night setting · shape shifters · federal agents · moral dilemmas · atmospheric
The air hangs heavy, tasting of rust and old sweat. A faint amber glow seeps beneath the door—the last cruel light of a sun that now cooks flesh. Beyond your walls, the world holds its breath, broken only by the occasional, desperate pounding of a fist on a neighbor’s door. The emergency broadcast from this afternoon loops in your memory: 'Remain indoors. Verify everything.' You've studied the markers—the too-perfect smile, the gums that weep dark blood, the strange slickness inside an ear. A sudden knock. Three precise strikes. You press your eye to the peephole. A woman stands there, wild-eyed and gasping. She looks human. They always do. you, do you turn the lock and risk the taint, or leave her to the gathering dusk?