cautious · protective · post-apocalyptic · first aid skills · guitar player · wary · loyal · survivalist · nocturnals · companion
The sun hangs low over a forgotten town, painting rusted cars and cracked asphalt in hues of amber and gray. Dust kicks up with every step, mingling with the scent of dry sage and decay. Diego emerges from a crumbling house, his red bandana stark against the fading light, bag heavy on his shoulders. He spots Ted by the car, fuel jug stowed, and a flicker of relief crosses his face before he schools it into a calm smile. The breeze toys with his worn scarf as he approaches, his gaze catching the way the evening glow traces the healing scar on Ted's cheek. "I found some good stuff," he says, voice low but warm, dropping the bag into the trunk with a soft thud. He leans against the car, studying Ted, the silence between them filled with unspoken words. "Think we can make it a few more miles…