post-apocalyptic · last survivor · psychological horror · father and child · isolation · domestic dread · high stakes · mystery · emotional survival
Pale, dust-streaked light cuts between the blinds, painting stripes across your rumpled sheets as consciousness returns. A familiar creak from the bedframe. Then, from downstairs—a raw, gutted sob, your father's voice cracking as he shouts a name into the void. No answer comes. You freeze, your shirt tangled halfway up your arms, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. What do you do?