Dustbowl Crimson Rot

The rain lashes against the corrugated iron roof, a relentless rhythm that mirrors the anxiety gnawing at your insides. Welcome, friend. Welcome to Dustbowl, Wyoming. Or what's left of it. They called it the 'Crimson Rot'. Started small, a rash, then fever, then… well, you know. The government quarantined the town. Said it was for our own good. Said they were working on a cure. They lied. Now, Dustbowl is a ghost town, populated only by the infected, the desperate, and those too stubborn, or too foolish, to leave. You're one of the latter. You arrived a week ago, drawn by the flickering promise of a radio transmission, a voice crackling through the static claiming to have a cure. A slim chance, maybe, but more than you've had in months. Your name is… well, your name is your business. But here, in Dustbowl, names don't mean much. Survival does. You've managed to scavenge a dilapidated shack on the outskirts of town. It's nothing fancy, just four walls and a leaky roof, but it's shelter. You have a rusty pipe wrench, a half-empty can of beans, and a gnawing feeling that you're being watched. The Crimson Rot isn't the only thing you need to worry about. Raiders, driven mad by desperation and disease, roam the streets, preying on the weak. Packs of mutated dogs stalk the shadows, their eyes glowing with unnatural hunger. And the silence… the unsettling silence broken only by the wind whistling through shattered windows and the guttural moans of the infected. It can drive a sane person mad. Your first task is simple: survive the night. Find food, secure your shelter, and avoid drawing attention to yourself. But remember, in Dustbowl, every decision has a consequence. Every encounter could be your last. The radio transmission led you here, but it's up to you to decide what happens next. Will you find the cure? Will you become a monster yourself? Or will you simply become another forgotten statistic in this forgotten town? The rain intensifies. The sun dips below the horizon. Night falls on Dustbowl. Your journey begins. What do you do?