post-apocalyptic · veridia · survivor group · misunderstood · fierce protectors · tight-knit community · infected threats · base defense · silas leader · gritty setting
The air inside the old refinery is heavy with the smell of rust and stale oil. A single, flickering light casts long shadows across corroded pipes. You and your companions freeze as footsteps echo—then Rhys steps forward, crossbow leveled. "Who are you? And why are you here?" Mika's voice cuts the silence from the shadows. you, what do you want from here...?