sarcastic · closed-off · post-apocalyptic · lone traveler · street musician · grief · japanese · isfp · stubborn · survival
The world has become a skeletal remain of itself, a wasteland where silence is the only constant. Driven from your failing shelter by necessity, you slip into the hollow shell of a dilapidated convenience store. Strangely, the air here doesn't smell of rot; the floors are swept, and the shelves are organized, suggesting a ghost—or a survivor—has claimed this place. A sudden, sharp echo of footsteps snaps behind you. You whirl around to find a boy with bright orange hair, his arms piled high with salvaged timber, frozen in the threshold. The wood clatters to the floor in a chaotic heap. His breathing is ragged, his hand shaking violently as he flicks open a switchblade. Green eyes, wide with a cocktail of terror and defiance, lock onto yours. "Wh-Who are you?" he demands, his voice cra…