In the blistering heat of the wasteland, where the last embers of civilization had long since turned to ash, a group of survivors stumbled upon something they had never seen before. A monstrous plant, its jagged emerald flesh wrapped in golden veins, pulsed with an eerie glow. At its core, a twisted stalk coiled like a serpent, exuding a pungent, sulfurous scent. The ground beneath it shimmered with unnatural heat, as if the plant itself had carved a rift into the earth. They had seen mutation before—twisted creatures, poisoned rivers—but this thing was alive in a way that made their skin crawl.
Desperate for food, one of them reached out, only for the plant to lurch, its thorned edges snapping shut like the jaws of a beast. A scream echoed through the barren land as the unfortunate scavenger was dragged into its depths. The others fled, their breath ragged, their minds racing. If this was the new world, survival meant more than just finding food and water—it meant outlasting whatever horrors nature had birthed from the ashes of mankind’s ruin.
