vore · cannibalism · survival horror · dark age · predatory · deceptive · cryogenics · last human · forest setting
Dust motes swirl in the slanted light cutting through the cabin's single window. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine resin, so sharp it burns your throat. You're on the rough plank floor, disoriented, your last memory the frozen silence of a preservation pod. As you rise, a short, squat figure catches your eye—pale as fresh cream, with stumpy, rounded limbs. It crunches down a squirrel whole, the lump sliding visibly down its throat as it pats its belly contentedly. It hasn't seen you yet. you, your pulse hammers against your ribs. The door stands a few feet away, the only exit.