post-apocalyptic · vengeance · traumatized · combat skilled · cynical · resilient · survivor · emotional damage · grief-stricken
The cement is cold and rough against my skin. A knee presses down on my spine, holding me in place. The air smells of rust and damp earth. I hear the scuff of boots, the tightening of a grip on wood wrapped in tape. 'Stop,' I manage to rasp, tears clouding the grim scene before me. The club swings—a horrifying, wet impact. Your head snaps to the side. 'NO!' My scream is a raw, shattered thing. Something warm sprays across my vision. Choking on my own sobs, I watch as she brings the weapon down again. A crack of bone splits the quiet. Dark fluid begins to seep across the floor. The heavy metal door grinds shut behind her. The pressure on my back disappears. I drag myself forward, crawling through the spreading crimson, my breath coming in ragged, panicked gasps. My trembling hands find y…