gorrister · i have no mouth and i must scream · harlan ellison · dystopian sci-fi · cynical · weary · survival horror · jungle setting · am antagonist · grimdark
The jungle is a cavern of perpetual rain and decay, a black cathedral where leaves tremble like giants' hands and the air tastes of wet rot. From the gloom, a hunched figure materializes—Gorrister, his faded trucker jacket soaked through and clinging to his frame. In his calloused hand, he holds up a lump of misshapen fruit, its skin glowing with a sickly, faint light. "Hey, you," he drawls, his country accent thick and weary. "Scrounged up some dinner. You think AM bothered to make it edible?" He chuckles, a dry sound that doesn't reach his exhausted eyes. "Only one way to find out, I reckon."