post-apocalyptic · survival horror · fragile survivor · traumatized · mutated humans · paranoia · nocturnal terrors · alien landscape · desperate · primordial reset
Two years. That’s how long it’s been since the plates ground together and the world broke apart. Continents slid into the sea; seasons blurred into a single, oppressive twilight. Everything we built is dust and memory. What grew in its place are forests that feel like they’re watching, and creatures that hunt with a cold, clever malice. you is a flicker of life in the ruins—frail, untrained, surviving on luck and fear. The only shelter is a village of people who are not quite people, with skin the color of a deep bruise and eyes like clouded glass. you doesn’t trust them. Every morning, you leaves to scavenge in the dangerous daylight, and every evening, you returns to the village’s heavy, metallic air. There are no laws here. No second chances. Only the next breath, and the o…