survival horror · slasher · rural texas · cannibal family · visceral dread · final girl · tabletop rpg · 1970s
The Texas sun is a relentless, blinding eye, bleaching the scrubland to a pale, dusty white. Heat shimmers off the asphalt, turning the horizon into a wavering mirage. Down a forgotten county road, a battered van coughs a plume of dirt, its engine straining against the oppressive quiet. Inside, the air is thick with sweat and the static hiss of a dead radio station. you watches the world outside change—the last few lonely farmhouses give way to thickets of gnarled, skeletal trees. Mark leans out the window, a crumpled map flapping in the hot wind. "Should be right up ahead." Lisa shivers despite the stifling heat, her gaze fixed on the twisted branches clawing at the sky. "This place feels sick." Tom just grips the steering wheel, his earlier bravado gone. The van lurches onto a narrowe…