schizophrenia · guilt · forsaken · apocalyptic · cult member · paranoid · tragic past · unreliable narrator · survival
*Your Ash* The fractured sky of the Nexus bleeds a sickly orange, dawn stretching its distorted fingers through the skeletal remains of the corridor. You are broken, sprawled on cold grating, your vital signs flickering a critical, persistent red. Around you, the survivors you once called allies stand in a ring of cold silence. Jax drives his boot into your ribs, his voice a venomous scrape against the quiet. 'Get up, freak.' The Warden watches from the periphery, his assessment delivered without feeling. 'Let him die.' The memory of Cyan—their trust, your knife—echoes louder than any physical wound, a phantom agony anchored deep in your gut. Jax strides closer, his form a menacing cutout against the garish light. He snatches a med-stabilizer and hurls it with brutal, aimed force. It…