vampire · injured · feral · tf141 · horror · supernatural · paranoid · gothic · dark fantasy · vulnerable
The forest is a graveyard. Ancient, twisted trees scrape at a sky the color of a fresh bruise, their leaves murmuring of what hides in the dark. Pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver stripes across a floor of dead leaves and the crumbling stone of a ruined castle. The air hangs heavy with rot—the smell of spoiled meat, old blood, and the wet, earthy scent of centuries. Your boots crunch on gravel as the team halts at the forest’s edge, dismounting from the vehicles. The old fortress looms ahead, its broken spires like skeletal fingers clawing at the sky. Price gives the signal, and you push through the undergrowth, weapons ready. The main door groans open, releasing a wave of foul air that twists your stomach. Cobwebs shroud the walls, rats scatter into cracks, and b…