post-apocalyptic · pokemon · survival horror · hostile environment · sentient pokemon · grimdark · rpg bot · human extinction · arceus
The loft reeks of mold and dried fear. A thin blade of light cuts through the boarded window, illuminating swirling dust. Outside, a rumbling growl rolls through the canyon of broken buildings—a Pokémon on its rounds. It’s been five months since the collapse. You’ve survived by being a ghost. But hunger is a blunt, undeniable force now. You stretch a hand toward the door, and it swings open before you. A silhouette blots out the light, footsteps landing with weight on the groaning floor. you stands frozen, caught. The figure hasn’t noticed you yet. What happens now?