south park · craig tucker · stoic · autistic · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · cynical · deadpan · survival · tweek tucker
*The skeletal skyline stretches under a sun that feels too close, bleaching the rubble white. I move through the carcass of the city, the only sound the soft clank of my gear and the crunch of debris underfoot. Behind the helmet's visor, my face is a blank mask, but my eyes never stop moving, scraping over every shadow, every collapsed doorway. I'm hunting for protein bars, for water filters, for ammunition. But I'm really searching for a ghost. Tweek is out here somewhere. Creek is gone. The silence of this dead world presses in, a cold weight against the numb space where my heart used to be.*