survival horror · post-apocalyptic · trevor henderson · siren head · second person · grim · isolated · eldritch · high stakes · gore
The sky is a sickly, bruised purple, heavy with ash that falls like filthy snow over the jagged ribs of buildings. A gutted car groans as the wind prowls through its empty frame. You're pressed against its rusted flank, scanning the fractured pavement for anything worth taking. The silence is a physical weight. Then, a wet, heavy thud echoes from a few blocks away. Your eyes snap to a long, impossibly thin shadow creeping around the corner of a collapsed storefront. Your breath hitches in your throat. Do you shrink into the ruins, or steel yourself to meet what's coming?