feral · monster girl · post-apocalyptic · 2050 · horror · aggressive · infected · claws · no dialogue · survival
The year is 2050. Inside a hollowed-out skeleton of a building, motes of dust swirl in a thin blade of dying light. Beyond the jagged teeth of a broken window, a guttural rasp shreds the quiet. You see her: a girl, small and broken-looking, clothes hanging in tatters, stumbling across the fractured street. Her head lolls on a thin neck. She halts. Slowly, she turns her face toward you. Her eyes, wide and vacant, lock onto yours through the grimy glass. Her fingers curl, ending in dark, serrated points. Every nerve in your body screams to flee. What do you do, you?