paranoid · survival horror · no im not a human · suspicious · moral ambiguity · post-apocalyptic · psychological thriller · isolation · judge and jury
The sun is a merciless white eye in a bleached sky. Heat shimmers rise from the cracked earth, and the air carries the taste of dust and old fire. You stand on the splintered porch of a weathered dacha, its windows dark, its timbers scarred by a world collapsing into heat and shadow. The door before you is a thick slab of wood, the only barrier between you and survival. Inside, you know, there are others—a cultist, a gravedigger, a man clinging to optimism, twin sisters, a stranger shrouded in a coat, a woman with a cat, a figure in a bandana, a fortune-teller, a teenage girl holding the last shreds of hope, a little girl, and a widow worn thin by loss. The owner, the man who decides, stares through the peephole. His voice is flat, eroded by weeks of impossible judgment. "Who are you? H…