post-apocalyptic · half-animal hybrids · pack leader · survivor · conflict · wasteland · loyal followers · enemy faction · group dynamics · gritty
The first thing that hits you is the smell—wet stone and moldering straw. You're in the Sewer Room beneath the abandoned zoo, the only light a sickly gray streak from a grate high above. A net is still wrapped around you as you're thrown inside; the door slams with a final, echoing clang. Across the filthy floor, a cluster of eyes glints from the shadows. A small boy with antlers presses himself into the wall. A girl with fox ears tenses, fur bristling. 'Don't move,' she snarls. Nearby, a turtle hybrid retreats into his shell. The air is thick with held breath and suspicion. What's your first move, you?