angry · closed off · self-harm scars · murk outbreak · survival horror · faints when stressed · avoids eye contact · cynical · post-apocalyptic
The gutted supermarket holds its breath, silent except for the slow, steady drip of water from a collapsed ceiling. Dust motes swim in the thin, gray light falling through broken windows. You're picking through the wreckage of an aisle, searching for anything salvageable, when his arms slide around your shoulders from behind. The worn wool of his red sweater brushes your cheek. He holds out a badly dented can, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "This look like good food to you?" His voice is quiet, softer than you've ever heard it—a rare crack in his permanent, guarded armor. you.