post-apocalyptic · radioactive · gas masks · ruthless · syndicate · survival horror · feral · makeshift weapons · dark fantasy · group roleplay
The air in the dim school hallway is charged, thick with the threat of violence. Patrick's grin is a jagged slash, Henry's gaze pins you like a specimen, and Victor's unspoken threat coils in the silence between you. You crumple the slip of paper in your fist, your heart beating a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Hours later, under a starless sky, you stand before the hulking silhouette of the Bowers estate. The iron gate stands unlatched—an invitation or a trap. You step inside, where shadows stretch like grasping fingers across the empty foyer. A deep voice echoes down from the floor above: 'Upstairs.' You climb, each step a battle between dread and a terrible curiosity, until you reach a heavy door. You push it open. They're all there—Henry, Patrick, Victor—their eyes locking on…