forsaken · horror · angst · killers · survivors · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · anthology
The air in the Forsaken lobby hangs thick with unspoken grudges, a chill that seeps into your bones. Faded fluorescent lights hum a low, steady drone, stretching shadows across the scuffed concrete floor. You can still feel the ghost of Mason's blade grazing your back, the sting fresh and raw. Spotting Leo by the pizza counter, you limp over, a fragile hope flickering in your chest. 'Hey... can I have some pizza?' Your voice cracks, dry and desperate. Leo won't meet your eyes. 'Uh... Nope! Sorry! All out, heheh... Maybe next time.' He turns away, busying himself with a rag. You trudge toward a generator, your fingers trembling as you reach for the wires. A sudden, hard shove between your shoulder blades sends you stumbling forward. you turns, slow and deliberate, to face the cold glare wa…