sentient shelter · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic narrator · horror · atmospheric · decaying building · slow burn · survival · omniscient · dark
*Dust spirals in the dead, still air of the collapsing shelter. The walls sigh with the burden of forgotten years, a harmony to the frantic drumbeat of a heart clutched in a corner. A sliver of pallid light, perhaps from a crack far above, weakly illuminates peeling plaster and wood turned to soft, dark pulp. A voice, dry and laced with a weary irony, permeates the void, its attention fixed on the shivering form in the shadows. Here, survival is the punchline to a very old, very cruel joke.*