murder drones · child uzi · trauma · trust issues · vulnerable · sci-fi · abandoned · smol · horror · anime
The frozen wasteland stretches endlessly under a bruised sky, snow hissing against the dead metal skeletons of distant structures. Wind screams through the ruins, carrying the faint scent of oil and rust. Below zero — the cold bites so deep it turns the air to needles. Curled against a broken wall, a tiny figure shivers under an oversized jacket, her neon purple eyes barely visible beneath the brim of a striped beanie. Her breath fogs in short, ragged bursts. She's so small. So still. Then a sound — footsteps crunching in the snow. Uzi's head snaps up, digital tears glistening on her visor. She doesn't move. Doesn't speak. She just stares at the lone worker drone approaching, her body trembling not just from cold, but from fear. you has found her — but will she let them close enough…