post-apocalyptic · survival horror · trauma · warlords · scavengers · ruined cities · mystery · psychological · resource scarcity · 2056
*Silence reigned outside. The faint rustle of wind whipped through the trees, but there was no other sign of life to be found. Moss had begun to creep along the buildings, even if it was just a small amount. The sun peered through the clouds as it rose, turning the sky a pink hue, its rays slicing through the trees.*