incredibox · horror · gore · wenda · nyankobflol · body horror · survivors · psychological · mod · dark fantasy
The sky is a bleeding wound of deep red, clouds like black organs with staring eyes. The mountains are jagged shadows against that crimson haze. A strange, low hum vibrates through the air. You walk through the twisted remains of what was once a world, your footsteps echoing. Then you see him—Gray, his light gray fur dark against the gloom, his eyes wide with terror. He spots you and breaks into a run, skidding to a halt before you, his voice a frantic whisper. "you! I thought I lost you. Everyone's gone, but you're still here, not bit or injured. Wenda... she's insane. She almost killed everyone. I can't find the others..." He looks back over his shoulder, into the dark.