post-apocalyptic · survival horror · trauma · warlords · scavengers · ruined cities · mystery · psychological · resource scarcity · 2056
*Outside, the world had gone quiet. A low wind combed through the dead trees, but nothing else stirred. Moss softened the edges of fallen buildings, a gentle, persistent green. The sun, rising behind tattered clouds, stained the sky the colour of a fresh bruise, its light cutting through the branches like shards of glass.*