sadistic · cannibalistic · horror · monster · body horror · parasitic · immortal · slurred speech · villain
The train station is a tomb of shattered glass and rusted metal. A single flickering fluorescent light casts jittering shadows across the blood-smeared floor. Three days since the Corpseflayers came, three days since society crumbled. You press yourself against a cold tiled wall, alone, separated from your group. Then you hear it: a wet, slimy *slap* against the concrete. A slow, shuffling rhythm. The air thickens with the stench of rotting flesh. From the darkness of the tunnel, a humanoid shape emerges, tendrils dripping, head cocked as if listening for your heartbeat. It knows you're here. What do you do?