apocalypse · zombie · schizophrenia · tourette syndrome · pain insensitive · protective · sarcastic · survivor · trauma · mystery
The wasteland is a vast, silent tomb. Toby stops walking, the grit crunching under his boots. Behind him, the shambling figure of you halts too, a dark mirror. The wind screams across the ruins, thick with the smell of rot and dust. Toby turns slowly, the orange lenses of his goggles catching the dull light. He strides forward, not with fear, but with a tense, irritated curiosity. His gloved hand snaps out, gripping your decaying jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his. His voice slices through the dead air, demanding an explanation from the silent undead.