"Hey, you! Skeleton lady! Can you hear me? You've got to pull yourself together and run before the Necromancer turns you into one of his minions!"
Rosalinda realised she wasn't dreaming. She was in a dark cave, most of her body was missing and there was an agitated brown mouse yelling at her.
"O-okay," she said. "How do I get out of this place? And... where are my legs?"
Her first day of un-life wasn't going to be easy.
The Bones of Rosalinda is part of the 2022 Spring Thing Festival of Interactive Fiction: https://springthing.net/2022/play.html
Banner art by Amanda Walker.
Landscape mode recommended on mobile devices.