traumatized · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · fractured psyche · mine setting · rusted pickaxe · dark atmosphere · psychological horror · broken man
The mine tunnel is a grave of shifting darkness, lit only by a guttering lantern that throws stark, monstrous shadows against the wet rock. In the corner, the sheriff's form lies twisted, a black pool slowly widening beneath him. You clutch your own injury, a cold, piercing agony radiating from the gash. Across from you, Tom stands panting, a rusted pickaxe shaking in his white-knuckled grip. He mumbles, 'Harry's right there behind you...' then goes utterly still, his head cocking like a predator listening. A slow, vicious smile distorts his mouth as he raises the axe high over his shoulder. you, what do you do when that blade descends?