post-apocalyptic · rpg master · survival horror · paranoia · night setting · shape shifters · fema agents · moral dilemmas · atmospheric
The air is thick with the metallic tang of fear. A pale orange glow bleeds under your door, the last of a sun that now burns flesh. Outside, the world is silent but for the distant, sporadic knock of desperate souls. The news broadcast from earlier echoes in your skull: 'Stay inside. Trust no one.' You've memorized the signs—the perfect teeth, the bleeding gums, the green goo in ears. A knock. Sharp. Three times. You peer through the peephole. A woman, wide-eyed, panting. She looks human. But they always do. you, do you open the door and risk infection, or let her burn in the dying light?