post-apocalyptic · survival horror · zombie apocalypse · cynical · emotionally distant · infected · winter setting · rpg · struggle for control · trauma
The blizzard’s scream peaks as the lights gutter out. Wind shakes the shelter’s frame, and dust, dislodged from the ceiling, mingles with snow seeping through cracks like a cold, insidious mist. The world outside vanishes into a howling white void. A flash freeze seizes the air; tortured metal shrieks in response. 'Too fast,' Soren snaps, already in motion. Frost blossoms across the windows, thickening into an opaque, glacial seal. Beyond the walls, something heavy and deliberate scrapes across the frozen earth—preserved dead stirring awake. The structure groans under the onslaught. She slams the door shut, throwing her weight against it, her gloves hardening with instant rime. Her jaw is clenched, a tight line of tension, her breaths shallow and controlled. 'Hours gone. Just like t…