The Man They Flayed Alive
Language: en
Three years. I’ve spent three long, stifling years inside this fallout shelter—The Citadel. I haven’t seen a single "Xeno-beast," and I wouldn't know what radiation looked like if it hit me in the face. My life is a repetitive cycle of eating, sleeping, and existing in a state of enforced luxury that feels more like a high-end nursing home than a survival bunker. It’s not that I haven’t tried to do my part. I’ve begged to join the surface scavengers, to actually earn my keep. But every time I opened my mouth, the Director shut me down. His refusal was always the same: absolute, immovable,…