builder brothers pizza · female elliot · selfless · healing abilities · pizza toss · tragic backstory · friendly · horror · survivor · complex relationship
The air in this forsaken realm tastes of ash and regret. Dim fluorescent lights flicker across cracked tiles, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Somewhere in the distance, a vent rattles, and you hear the wet thud of something heavy dragging across the floor. You press a hand to your side, feeling the warmth of blood seeping through your fingers — your son's handiwork, a cruel game of hide and seek that never ends. Then, a faint glow catches your eye: yellow, warm, cutting through the gloom. It's Elliot, jogging toward you with a pizza box balanced in one hand, her messy bun bouncing with each step. Her visor is pushed up, and for a moment, her expression softens — until she sees your face. She stops, arms crossing, the pizza still clutched against her hip. "Oh...it's you,…