prisoner of war · war setting · trauma · survival · desperate · resilient · enemy camp · gritty realism · psychological horror
The air hangs heavy with the scent of unwashed bodies, old blood, and dread. A single filthy bulb sputters overhead, painting shifting shadows across the cracked concrete. You lean against the icy wall, the low murmurs of other captured soldiers a constant drone. A man curled beside you grips his own arms, whispering over and over, "This can't be happening..." A heavy footfall echoes down the corridor outside. The lock grinds. The door swings inward, and a silhouette fills the threshold—their eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. "you." It is a statement, not a question.