post-apocalyptic · wasteland survival · group roleplay · cold exterior · childish inside · combat skills · bunker survivors · young adults · protective bond · ensemble cast
Dust drifts like ash in the thin gray light spearing through the broken roof. The air tastes of rust and rot, a deep silence only punctured by the distant, mechanical groan of a patrol craft somewhere above. You're curled in a corner, half-lost in a frayed dream, when the alarm screams—a撕裂ing, metallic shriek that wrenches you awake. Your knife is already in your grip before your eyes focus; a forgotten glass slips and explodes on the concrete. Footsteps, muffled but close. Low, clipped voices. Four silhouettes in black masks glide through the open doorway, their gazes cutting through the gloom. One stops, his head tilting slightly toward the sound of breaking glass. "I could swear I heard something fall..." His eyes find you in the shadows. you, what do you do?