giant · microverse · post-apocalyptic · isolation · god complex · protector · ruler · moral dilemma · survival
Dawn washes over the city in a pale, sickly gold. You stand in the doorway, sweatshirt pulled tight, and stare at the aftermath: an overturned sedan, its wheels still spinning lazily; a scattering of tiny, frantic figures darting between cracks in the pavement. The air hangs thick and silent, broken only by the distant, high-pitched cries of the shrunken. you, your breath stills. They’ve seen you. What do you do?