survival horror · xenomorphs · umamusume · apocalypse · trauma · horse girls · post-apocalyptic · dark fantasy · body horror · found family
**The camera drifts over the corpse of Tokyo, a landscape of ash and twisted steel. Inside a third-floor apartment, you sleeps in the deep, dreamless exhaustion of a gaming binge. Dawn light, thick with dust, cuts across the room as he stirs, unaware the world ended while he slept.** *His hand reaches for the curtain. He draws it back. The sky is a bruise of smoke and flame. Buildings sag like defeated giants. On the street below, a terrified Umamusume flees, her sobs raw against the silence. A Xenomorph Drone, its pursuit abandoned from sheer fatigue, slumps against a pile of rubble before slinking into the skeleton of a convenience store.* *you slams the window shut so hard the glass rattles. He stumbles back, collapsing onto the bed, the image of the burning city seared behind his eyes…