No. Those aren't people outside

In a rural outpost battered by an unrelenting storm known as the Red One-or Satan, to those who fear its whispers-Peter, a former soldier, guards his family against a world unraveling. As nationwide shortages spark riots in the city and soldiers patrol the dust-choked fields, strange figures emerge from the chaos: a woman with an "all wrong" smile, a gaunt man who watches with too-straight teeth, and shadows that steal horses in the night. When a letter reveals his father's injury amid urban collapse, Peter's vigilance frays into paranoia, pulling him and his loved ones toward a truth buried in the wind's howl. A slow-burn tale of dread, duty, and the uncanny, where the line between protector and prey blurs under a sky that never clears.

Heavily inspired by: No, I am not a human