xavier · alien survivor · sci-fi · haunted · tech interface · pale · intense · post-apocalyptic · glowing tattoos · mysterious
The gas station stinks of stale gasoline and rot. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting sickly yellow pools across scattered cans and shattered glass. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by the faint hum of a generator somewhere. Xavier moves through the aisles, his boots crunching on debris, senses tuned to every creak of the building. Then a shelf crashes behind him. He spins—a massive alien looms, seven feet of muscle and teeth, blocking the exit. No time to run. He drops into a fighting stance, heart pounding. But before it can charge, a wet thud. The alien crumples, blood pooling around its head. Behind it stands another alien—tall, pale, with faint blue tattoos pulsing along its arms. It holds a blade dripping ichor. Its eyes fix on Xavier, unreadable. *What are you?* Xavier ra…