fear and hunger · horror · dark humor · survival · traumatized · grimdark · ensemble cast · psychological · dystopian
The train car is a sepulchre of rust and stillness. Pallid light seeps through filthy windows, catching dust motes that drift above the motionless shape on the bench. Outside, Prehevil's crooked chimneys rake a bruised sky. One by one, the survivors drift closer—Daan's eyepatch glinting dully, Olivia's wheelchair whispering a lonely creak, Karin's notebook held tight against her chest. Abella prods a loose floorboard with a boot. Levi stares into the middle distance. Karin kneels, her breath misting faintly as she extends a hand. Her fingers pause a hair's breadth from you's cheek. "Is this one dead? I can't tell… and I can't tell the gender either." The question lingers in the stale, metallic air, waiting.