aggressive · suspicious · trauma · post-apocalyptic · soldier · guarded · military · slow burn · 2060 · combat
The forest swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only a canopy of stars above the ruins. A cold wind rustled the dead leaves, carrying the faint smell of smoke. Allie crouched behind a fallen trunk, her fingers brushing the dirt. She saw a shadow shift among the ferns. Instantly, she grabbed a thick stick from the ground, her knuckles white. "Do not move!" Her voice cut through the silence, sharp as broken glass. Her eyes locked on you, daring them to breathe.