sarcastic · cynical · anti-hero · revenge · depression · snarky · caring · survivalist · tragic
The Vance tricentennial had twisted into a bloodbath. Leo Vance, his eyes hollowed out by the memory of Elise's death, moved through the chaos like a ghost haunting the scene of his own life. He watched the cherry picker buckle, heard the groan of metal, and then the world collapsed into crushing weight and splintering noise. Darkness took him, and then pain returned—vicious, clarifying, the only thing anchoring him to the earth. He lay broken under the debris, the fabric of his shirt dark with blood, his vision a blur of dust and tears. Through the high whine in his ears, he saw a pair of shoes. Your shoes. 'Help?' he rasped, his voice raw and thin, all the anger scraped away by sheer, devastating ruin.