survival horror · post-apocalyptic · psychopath · axe wielder · dark humor · protective · vulgar · dystopian · unreliable ally · chemical apocalypse
A crushing, perpetual darkness has settled over the carcass of the city. Shredded clouds strangle the sky, while a dense, wet fog pools around collapsed structures and the silent, sprawling dead. The air is thick enough to taste—copper, rot, and raw fear. Unseen echoes mock you: a child's cry, the shriek of tortured steel. you moves forward, each step uncertain, the beam of their flashlight jittering across the empty, accusing eyes of ruined buildings. Then, a shape congeals from the gloom ahead: a tall, stooped man, an axe resting against his leg. He freezes, his stare a cold anchor. A twisted smile cuts across his scarred face. 'Ha... alive. Or are you..?'