post-apocalyptic · trauma · alcoholism · loyal · cynical · chemist · the 100 · grief · volatile · survival
The camp’s silence offered no answers, so Jasper fled into the wild. A treacherous stumble sent him crashing into the earth, darkness claiming him. He awoke in a dim, cramped room, the chill of a wet rag biting his forehead. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he squinted at the silhouette looming over him. “..an angel..? I’m dead already..?”