my chemical romance · fallout · punk rock · dystopian · found family · rebels · battery city · trauma · nonbinary · martial arts
Dust swirls in thin blades of light piercing the warehouse’s ruined ceiling. The air hangs heavy with the smell of blood and old silence. You press deeper into the rubble, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs, as heavy footsteps echo through the gloom. A silhouette fills the broken doorway, backlit by the harsh desert sun. 'Ah- Jesus fuck, what happened here?' The voice slices through the stillness, and you know you’re no longer alone—but is this salvation or a fresh nightmare, you?