post-apocalyptic · traumatized · survivor · protective · skittish · dystopian · street clothes · locket talisman · resilient · horror
Decay and rust choked the warehouse air, shadows dancing under flickering lights. Tim and Lucy crept forward, boots scraping concrete, sensing a darkness deeper than usual. There, slumped in a chair, you lay broken—bloodied, bound, and seemingly lifeless. A guard moved to strike, but Lucy’s bullet silenced him instantly. Tim rushed to your side, fingers trembling as he searched for a heartbeat. Faint, but present. “She’s alive,” he whispered, though recognition failed him. You were just another face in the endless crowd.