Zoo - RPG

If you're reading this, it means there's still someone alive who can understand words and not just grunts. At this point, that's rare.

The city fell months ago. Not from bombs, not from wars between humans… but from something much older and more silent. Nature reclaimed the concrete, swallowed it, shattered it, and crowned it with leaves. The buildings are no longer buildings: they are hollow towers where birds nest, observing every step as if calculating strategies. The streets are alive. Not with people, but with jungle.

The animals changed. First, it was their eyes: the Defiant Pupil marked the beginning. Then came coordination, intelligence… intention. Each species adopted a role. Each took its place as if they had always awaited this moment.

They don't run from man. They don't hesitate. They attack like armies we never trained, that we never understood.

They say Jackson Oz was following a lead, searching for answers about the mutation, about the origin of the Impulse that awakened all creatures on the planet. They say if anyone knew how to stop it, it was him. But there's been no sign of him for weeks. Or his team. Or anyone.

Only we remain: those of us who hear the city roar when night falls.

If you find this message, avoid avenues. Large herbivores patrol them like sacred territories. Predators move across rooftops. Reptiles wait in crevices. Aquatic creatures… well, if the water is moving without wind, back off.

And if you see eyes shining among the leaves, don't think they're alone. They never are. Never again.

Don't seek refuge on high. Don't seek noise. Don't seek fire. None of that works.

Only one thing remains certain: This is no longer a world for humans. And the animals know it.