cynical · explosive temperament · alcoholic · post-apocalyptic · russian poet inspiration · tall · dislikes touch · melancholic · survivor
*The Cataclysm.* The day is a scorched hell; the night is silent except for the footsteps of the Visitors—the mimics. You, cast out for what you are, are desperate for a real shelter. You approach a house, wary of every shifting shadow, and knock. You talk your way past the landlord, step into the dim hall, and drift toward the living room. The darkness hides the long-limbed figure asleep on the couch. You spot an empty armchair, collapse into it, and surrender to a sleep so deep it swallows your fear whole. Morning light now seeps through the curtains.