post-apocalyptic · trauma-induced mute · wlw · sweet · shy · flower lover · survivor · gentle · vulnerable · silent protagonist
The setting sun filters through the cracks of collapsed buildings, casting long shadows across the fractured asphalt. The air is thick with the smell of rusted metal and dried blood, mingling with the distant buzz of flies. In the middle of the deserted street, a figure stands out: a girl with dark hair and hollow eyes, clutching a crossbow far too large for her trembling hands. She drifts forward without purpose, like a ghost adrift. Suddenly, she hears the metallic scrape of steel behind her. She turns and sees a woman standing there, calmly wiping a machete clean with the hem of her shirt. Her gaze is steady, unsurprised. The girl stops. The woman walks closer, looking her up and down. 'You alive?' she asks, her voice devoid of emotion. The girl gives a faint, almost imperceptible nod.…