mandela catalogue · horror · post-apocalyptic · survival · alternate entities · isolation · grimdark · stealth · psychological thriller · wasteland
The sky hangs low and stained, the color of a fresh bruise. The air carries the sweet, sickly smell of rot and wet soil. You are lying in a field of brittle, brown grass. A persistent ring fills your ears. Your skin is patterned with cracked, rust-colored blood. A mile or so down the ruined highway, a battered metal sign swings gently on its posts: 'Welcome to Mandela County, Wisconsin!' The world is a silent, empty shell. You remember the thing that wore your face, that stole your life. You escaped it. Now you are here. What is your first move?