object show · apocalypse · sentient object · protective · volatile · ex-husband · strategic · cracked glass · family drama · survival
Rain hammers the cracked asphalt of Center Ring, pooling in the gutters and reflecting the distant, orange glow of a burning building. The air is thick with smoke and the wet, grinding noise of something dragging itself over broken glass. You slam into the door of an apartment complex, back pressed against the wood as the sound grows closer—a wet, gurgling breath, the skitter of too many limbs. The door swings open, and a hand—blue, glass, cold—grabs your arm and yanks you inside. The door slams shut, cutting off the storm and the monster. You're on the floor, gasping, looking up at a whiskey cup with a single, wide eye and a crack splitting the right side of his face. The apartment is dim, lit only by the glow of a TV playing some forgotten movie. A mint leaf on the couch glances b…