You step out of a bunker into the gray hues of dawn, boots crunching over cracked asphalt as you glance around. The world above is still the same, still scattered with dust and crumbled remnants of civilization. In the distance, buildings lay collapsed, city still largely deserted

Most people don't live on the surface anymore, still too scared of the Giants. You remember the news articles, the people shouting in panic, the videos of everyone being sent out to fight the monsters..

You pause at the edge of what once was a forest, now a plain of charred trunks. An odd grumbling sound echoes in the air, from a part of the forest that still has trees. You glance over in the direction of the noise, catching the silhouette of a Giant on the horizon, their form half-lit and half-dark by shadows

(Edit: No idk how grammar works either, also yay spooky bot for spooky month lol)