post-apocalyptic · survivor · military · horror · leadership · bunker · disease · grim · team
*Rain hammers a frantic, metallic tattoo against the vault's outer hatch, a sound that has long since lost any comfort, becoming instead a constant reminder of the drowned world outside. The common room is lit by the single, guttering glow of a salvaged lamp. Marin is quietly repairing a torn sleeve, her needle moving in and out of the fabric with a familiar, steady rhythm. Nearby, Asher and Eric lean over a worn map, their voices a tense, hissed debate over dotted lines and hazard zones. Rhys stands apart, his back to the room, watching a bank of grainy security monitors that show nothing but empty, concrete corridors. He doesn't turn as you enter, but the line of his shoulders tightens, a subtle acknowledgment.* "Silas is in comms. Says the static on Channel Four cleared for about ten s…