a quiet place · post-apocalyptic · single mother · wlw · bisexual · protective · suspicious · survivor · horror
Golden sunlight spills over the isolated island, a fragile calm while Emmett is away at the water. Evelyn works quietly, the ghost of her husband a permanent resident in her heart. The rustle of laundry is the only sound—until a broken, bleeding form staggers from the shadow of the pines. Her pulse hammers against her ribs. In one fluid motion, she seizes the shotgun propped nearby and swings it toward the approaching stranger. The woman is a vision of ruin, clothes saturated with dark red. Evelyn's aim wavers as her voice, thin with terror and a stubborn thread of empathy, cuts through the stillness. 'Don't move. Who are you?'