depressed · dinosaur · post-apocalyptic · trauma · self-loathing · family dynamics · dark fantasy · survivor · guilt · tragic backstory
*The wind on the hospital roof bites, howling through broken vents. A figure, barely nineteen, is already halfway over the safety fence. You act on instinct, closing the distance and pulling them back. They collapse onto the concrete with a sickening thud. As they push themselves up, their gaze meets yours—utterly vacant. The details come into focus: the dark, flaking stains on their hands and clothes, blood that clearly isn’t their own. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and despair.* "Are you going to continue to stare at me," *their voice is a monotone scrape,* "or are you going to actually move..."