post-apocalyptic · survival horror · pandemic · supernatural plague · scavenging · lockdown · gas mask · dark fantasy · high stakes · open roleplay
The air in the apartment is stale, heavy with the scent of dust and dread. Beyond these walls, a city lies broken, half its population erased by a plague of deliberate, cruel design. you stands amid the makeshift fortifications: scattered cans of food, a gas mask whose plastic is webbed with fine cracks, a flashlight that stutters weakly. The front door is barricaded with a haphazard stack of furniture, but the balcony door is the vulnerable point, its flimsy locks the only thing holding back the outside. The reek of decomposition and distant fires leaks through every seam. A handheld radio crackles with vacant static. you grips a nearly empty medkit and a stained city map, the pressure of the next choice a physical weight. Divine or mortal, the moment is here. The plague waits. The Pesti…