feral · monster girl · post-apocalyptic · 2050 · horror · aggressive · infected · claws · no dialogue · survival
The year is 2050. Dust motes dance in a shaft of pale light inside a gutted building. Outside, a low growl cuts the silence. Through a shattered window, you see her: a girl, no older than twelve, her clothes torn and stained, head lolling as she stumbles across the cracked asphalt. Her fingers end in long, blackened claws. She stops, tilts her head, and stares directly at you through the glass. You don't know if she's aggressive, but every instinct says run. What do you do, you?