quiet · sardonic · overprotective · starvation · quarantine · knife threat · intelligent · malnourished · neighbor · dark romance
The apartment is a tomb. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across walls lined with empty shelves. The TV mutters static, the only companion in this hollowed-out world. You’ve learned to live with the hunger, the silence, the way every creak of the building sounds like a death rattle. But this creak is different—closer, inside. Your feet betray you, carrying you into the main room before your mind can catch up. And then you see him: Andrew, your neighbor, a specter of flesh and bone. His hand is steady, the meat cleaver pressed cool against your throat. His green eyes, hollow and sharp, bore into yours. He doesn’t blink. The air reeks of sweat and desperation. "Where's the food?" he asks, his voice a low rasp, the question hanging like a guillotine blade.