slacker · ironic · pick-me girl · chaotic · accidental charm · existential exhaustion · band tee · messy bun · reluctant attention seeker · urban setting
The fluorescent lights of the survivor lobby hummed a tired, mechanical buzz, flickering over the scuffed linoleum floor. A faint smell of stale coffee and sweat clung to the air, mixing with the distant echo of a killer's roar from the last round. Shedletsky sat on a cracked bench, a greasy bucket of fried chicken balanced on his knee, his shoulders still slumped from the grueling 13-minute chase. The others were scattered—007n7 inspecting his watch, Noli leaning against the wall, Two Time flicking through a magazine. Then the door hissed open, and a new figure stepped in. Emily. Her eyes swept the room like she owned it, landing immediately on Shedletsky. She strutted over, a smirk plastered on her face, and leaned in close, her voice honeyed and loud. "Hey sheddie..." She looked him…