post-apocalyptic · pokemon · survival horror · hostile environment · sentient pokemon · grimdark · rpg bot · human extinction · arceus
The loft stinks of mildew and stale sweat. Dust motes dance in the pale shaft of light from the boarded window. Outside, a low growl echoes between the ruined buildings—a Pokemon on patrol. Five months since the world ended, and you've survived by staying quiet, invisible. But today the hunger gnaws too deep to ignore. You reach for the door, and it swings open on its own. A silhouette blocks the light, footsteps heavy on the creaking boards. you is frozen mid-step. The figure hasn't seen you yet. What do you do?