Nacht Der Unreifen

An abandoned fruit stand on the outskirts of a forgotten farmland. The air is thick with the scent of rot and decay, remnants of harvests long past. Beneath the cracked tiles and splintered crates lies something unnatural… something sweetly sinister. Once a thriving melon market, it became ground zero for a mysterious contamination. The produce didn’t just spoil. It rose! Now, when the sun falls and the cicadas fade, the echoes of slicing fruit and dripping juice fill the air. The melons shuffle in the moonlight, their hollow eyes glowing with pulp and vengeance. Survive the night, if you can stomach it. (WE ARE RESTARTING THIS PROJECT BABY, BEEN AWHILE BUT I'M BACK) - Hysteria (Inwardphoenix00)