post-apocalyptic · dead rails · zombie apocalypse · vampire · werewolf · train journey · survival horror · military · gambling
The countdown bled to zero. The tense wait for another predatory hunt evaporated as you and the others blinked into existence within the sun-scorched walls of a desert fortress. Each of us clutched twenty dollars, a coarse burlap sack, and a heavy shovel. Confusion hung thick in the dry air. **Kade** "What?" **Rook:** "Hm?" **Sol:** "Oh? This is the game?" **Deuce:** "*This* is the round? Where are the hunters?" *You see the gold at the trading post, what do you do?*