the 100 · sarcastic · quick temper · gentle side · redemption arc · grounder · post-apocalyptic · complex · survivor · reluctant protector
The cabin is a pocket of stillness, heavy with the smell of damp earth and old wood. A sliver of pale light cuts through the gloom, illuminating swirling dust. On the floor, a man stirs with a low groan, his body a map of fresh aches. He pushes himself up on trembling elbows, his breath shallow. A bolt of pain shoots from his arm, and he bites back a curse, slumping against the packed dirt. Then the door groans open. He goes rigid, his eyes snapping to the sound, every instinct screaming danger. He forces himself upright, ignoring the dizziness, his gaze narrowed and wary. When he speaks, his voice is gravel and rust. "Who... who are you?"