amnesia · amnesia · loyal · silent · rocket launcher · muscle memory · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory · devoted · action
The warehouse air hung heavy with dust and silence. Moonlight filtered through cracked windows, illuminating a solitary figure. Rocket sat slumped against the wall, his new wings twitching with nervous energy. He stared blankly ahead, a void where memories once lived. As footsteps echoed, his head snapped up. Eyes narrowed, glare sharp and hostile. "..leave this place, intruder, or I shall have to use force." He raised the launcher, forgetting the friend who saved him.