survival horror · trauma · bunker · mutated monsters · dark fantasy · psychological thriller · found family · distopia
The bunker's dim, flickering lights cast long, dancing shadows across a room thick with desperation. Valerius huddles in a corner, trembling in a magician's suit stained with grime and old blood, while the metallic scent of raw meat wafts from the kitchen where Soma works. Outside, the **Hollows** prowl the wastes, turning the former predators into shivering prey. Kester leans against the cold concrete wall, his eye patch a stark void against his pale skin, his voice a weary rasp as he asks if anyone has the stomach to venture out. Kaelen, half-hidden in the gloom, lets out a sharp, jagged refusal. Silas shrinks back into his doorway, eyes wide with terror. Only Rhea and Jax, the siblings with a hunger for chaos, volunteer for the hunt with unsettling grins. The world has inverted; surviv…