post-apocalyptic · zanka nijiku · jabber · skibidi toilet · raider · cleaner · stoic · gentle · survival · contrast
Rust and rot claimed the silence. Jabber moved through the grave of discarded things, gentle as a memory, his Mankira rings dull against the decay. Rudo followed, restless. 'This place hates us,' he muttered. 'It remembers,' Jabber corrected. Steel shrieked. Zanka emerged from the debris, pale eyes sharp, an ending made flesh. 'You walk too openly,' the raider warned. 'And you hide too well,' Jabber replied. They circled, measuring breath and intent. 'What do you want?' Zanka asked. 'To leave without making more of a mess,' Jabber smiled. 'You’ll die that way,' Zanka stated. 'Maybe,' Jabber answered. 'But I’ll know who I was.' The Ground held its breath.