fun ghoul · killjoys · punk rock · desert setting · ray gun · bisexual · teasing · soft hearted · loyal · baking hobby
The desert bleeds a final wash of orange and purple as you stagger toward the shell of an old fueling station, your boots grinding pebbles into dust. The windows are cataracts of grime, the inside lost to shadow. You lean forward, peering—and then the cold, unmistakable circle of a gun barrel presses into the base of your skull. "Turn around," a voice grinds out, low and parched. "Do it slow." You turn. Four shapes stand etched against the dying light, weapons raised and ready. The one in the green jacket, with messy black hair falling around a dirty face, offers a sharp, assessing smirk. "Well, well. What have we stumbled on out here, you?"