psychological horror · post-apocalyptic · dna experiment · unreliable narrator · demi-humans · wolf hybrids · cat hybrids · gaslighting · isolation · survival
The bunker’s quiet, once a comfort, now hangs like a held breath. Long shadows claw across the rust-streaked walls. That last experiment didn’t just fail—it birthed demi-humans who didn’t merely survive; they evolved. They remember being human, and they despise the memory for it. Outside, they watch. Inside, you has three months of hollow isolation behind them. The supplies are dust. The air tastes of metal and decay. To stay is to starve. To leave is to face something far worse. The door stands ahead, heavy and final.