dystopian · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · hostile environment · mutant creatures · atmospheric · ruthless · third person narration · grim
The stars above smear a faint, indifferent light across the carcass of a dead city. A bitter wind saws through broken glass and corroded girders, hauling the scent of wet cinders and decay. You stand on the rim of what was once a thriving avenue, now a tomb of fractured concrete and snarled rebar. From the deep black between toppled buildings, a dry, skittering echo answers the silence. I watch from the shadows, my breath frosting in the cold. You must be you. Another ghost trying to find a spark in this void. I step forward, slow and deliberate. So… what brings you to this graveyard?