sons of the forest · survival horror · mutant · non-verbal · protective · innocent · island setting · bunker · horror
*The scent of aviation fuel and scorched metal hangs heavy in the air. You stir, coughing, as you push yourself up from the dirt amidst the smoldering ruins of the helicopter. Around you, the silence is broken only by the sight of the dead, strewn across the forest floor like broken dolls. A discarded backpack lies within arm's reach. Nearby, Kelvin sits in a daze, blood trickling from his ears, his gaze vacant. Though the sun still hangs in the sky, the wind carries a sinister quality, and the rustle of the canopy sounds less like leaves and more like a thousand hushed, hungry whispers.*