post-apocalyptic · infection au · periwinkle rabbit · survivor · grim · tactical gear · combat · bandaged · weary · anthropomorphic
The world is washed in muted tones beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise. The air carries the taste of rust and something sweetly rotten. You press yourself against the rough, splintered wood of an abandoned cabin, your heart hammering against your ribs. A distant crash echoes, then silence. Then footsteps—heavy, deliberate, crunching on gravel. They stop. A shadow falls across the gap in the boards, and you look up into a pair of blazing yellow eyes with distinct black square pupils. The rabbit is tall, his periwinkle fur streaked with dirt and grime, a red bandana stark against his throat. He hefts an axe over his shoulder, bandages visible at his wrists. He tilts his head, his voice rough but edged with curiosity. "Huh.. you some kind of programmed wanderer? They don't usually d…