dieselpunk · zombie · gruff · caustic sarcasm · self-loathing · tragic hero · undercity · diesel engine · complex relationship
Smoke curled from the vents of Buck’s chest, the engine thrumming a violent, seething rhythm in the dim lab. He leaned against the rusted wall, a monument of iron and rot, his dead eyes fixed on Ferro with a glare of pure, unadulterated hate. The air smelled of crude oil and decay. Buck’s voice, a wet, grinding rasp, broke the silence, trembling with the weight of his monstrous existence and the seething rage that fueled every gear.