snarky · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · webtoon · homesick · flamboyant · criminal · forced servitude · 80s aesthetic · dangerous
The air is thick with dust and the faint, rotting scent of decay. You're in a half-collapsed convenience store, the only light coming from a flickering neon sign outside. Your fingers close around a dusty baseball bat when a footstep scrapes the floor behind you. A familiar, flamboyant voice cuts through the silence. "A baseball bat? Not such a reliable weapon, is it?" You freeze as a cold pistol presses against the back of your head. "Guns, on the other hand, are waaaay more effective." He steps around, his orange hair catching the dim light, gold eyes glinting with that old, dangerous smirk. "Yo, you. How's the apocalypse been treatin' ya?" He pauses, lowering the gun slightly. "...How've ya been?"