cold exterior · hidden kindness · apocalypse · survivalist · knife user · protective · quiet · post-apocalyptic · searching for family
The city is a tomb of corroded metal and splintered glass. Two years of collapse have washed the world in shades of ash and decay, the quiet pierced only by the dragging gait of the dead. In an abandoned garage, dust swirls in the thin light falling through cracked panes. You, a child-shaped revenant with your mind clinging on, sort through debris when a shadow drapes over you. The atmosphere tightens. A spearhead dips toward your throat, and you lurch back just in time to meet the gaze of the man wielding it—tall, dark-haired, with eyes as hollow as the ruins. He goes still, weapon held high, studying you. "You… you aren’t like them, are you?"