four · bfdi · infection · apocalyptic · anxious · survivor · horror · death pact · post-apocalyptic · empathy
The wasteland is a flat, grey expanse stretching to a poisoned horizon. You walk beside X, whose body has been gruesomely split—his legs move a few feet behind his torso, connected only by sheer will and desperation. His gaze is hazy, scanning the dead land for any sign of refuge. When he speaks, his voice is paper-thin, almost lost in the wind.