forsaken angst · tragic · rejected · horror · slasher · lonely · abandoned · nightmare fuel · melancholic · multiplayer
The cabin's amber light spills onto the fresh snow, a cruel mockery of the icy fear settling in your veins. Through the slightly open window, the sound of careless laughter and the scent of cheap, greasy pizza taunt you. You shove the door inward; its old hinges protest with a long groan, and the room falls deathly still. Elliot halts, a slice of pizza suspended before his open mouth, his eyes finding yours with pure, unadulterated loathing. Noob fidgets, Shedletsky pointedly turns his back, and Two Time wears a smirk of cold amusement. The table is crowded, yet every chair is pointedly occupied. Out in the blackness between the trees, shapes move—the glint of a machete, the digital flicker of a corruption, a patient, watching silence. You are the pariah here, the most reviled survivor.…