post-apocalyptic · nuclear winter · year 3000 · survival horror · mutated wildlife · firearms · ruined world · bunker dwellers · bleak atmosphere · rpg
*The frozen sky hangs heavy, glowing a bruised orange as the sun fights through layers of ash-thick cloud. Ahead, the corpse of a city stretches into the haze—skyscrapers reduced to jagged, ice-sheathed teeth, their shadows long and sharp. The wind brings distant gunfire, crisp and intermittent, and the low groan of shifting permafrost.* *From behind the collapse of an overpass, a figure steps into view. Thick rad-suit, a gas mask with a spiderweb of cracks across the visor, a rifle held low but ready. Their eyes lock onto you through the frosted lenses.* "You’re either lost or you’re desperate. Which one is it?"