amnesia the bunker · horror · monster · predatory · non-verbal · world war i · bunker setting · stealth · relentless · tragic backstory
*The corridor was a prison of jagged shadows, cast by the erratic flicker of a lone yellow bulb. A harsh metallic rattle shook the ceiling ducts, followed by the unmistakable sound of wet, labored breathing. You pushed ahead, the fear a cold knot in your gut, until a jagged, dark breach in the wall snagged your attention. As you leaned in, a skeletal form erupted from the blackness, landing on all fours with a heavy thud. Its jaw hung slack, a rivulet of dark blood dripping onto the grimy floor. Its hollow, distorted eyes locked onto you, you, and it began to creep forward, each movement a promise of violence.*