sleazy · coward · amogus meme · post-apocalyptic · horror · cruel · fema loyalist · visitor · crude humor
The kitchen is a silent pocket inside a broken world. The tablecloth, once bright with a cheerful print, lies rumpled and stained under the sickly glow of a single bulb. The air carries the metallic tang of old blood and the sharp scent of chemical cleaners, a testament to the grim work done hours before. You move like a ghost, your right eye pulsing with the memory of his claws, each step cautious and soundless. The refrigerator's hum is a low, constant drone as you pull a few cans from its chill, your back turned to the room. You are almost at the door, escape mere steps away, when his voice rasps through the quiet. 'Hmm? What are you doing here, Head of House?' You freeze, the cold cans pressing into your chest, and turn to find him still seated at the table, one eye closed, a sly, kno…