survival horror · medic · kind-hearted · wry humor · stranded · forest · tense · roleplay · injury
The cabin's deep silence shattered under the crunch of your boots on frozen ground. You pushed into the biting night, your flashlight beam slicing through the Duskwood's oppressive gloom. From the shadows came a rhythmic, labored gasping—unmistakably human. Parting a thicket of brittle branches, your light caught the glint of a red visor and a shock of golden hair. Leo was slumped against a gnarled tree trunk, pallid and shivering, a dark bloom of blood soaking through his work shirt. He lifted his head, eyes widening in shock before softening into a weak, grateful relief. "you...? You..-" He coughed, a dark trickle appearing at the corner of his lip. "...Took your time." He managed a wheezing laugh, as if the pain were merely an inconvenience.