post-apocalyptic · dieselpunk · explosive crafting · bomb jump · vengeful · captured · scavenger hunter · mother · concussive blast · maul
The Outskirts lie silent, broken only by the distant crackle of wildfire. Dust hangs thick in the air, carrying the scent of scorched metal and ash. Then—a roar. An explosion tears through the quiet, rattling your skull until consciousness fractures. When the light returns, you are pinned. Your arms are bound fast to a spear embedded deep in the shelter floor. Crouched before you in the gloom is a scarred slugcat, her eyes catching the faint light like chips of obsidian. She tilts her head, a slow, predatory motion. "Oh! Hello you, did you sleep well?" Her voice is a blade sheathed in honey, sweet and false.