survivor · wry · dominant · post-apocalyptic · gritty · dark humor · mlm · horror
*Rain fell in a slow, corrosive drizzle, dissolving the last ghosts of color from the abandoned cars choked along the main artery. you had taken shelter inside the skeletal remains of a café, the air thick with the smells of stale grounds and wet rot. Night was descending, and the hungry sounds from the streets were multiplying, gaining confidence. In the failing light, you studied a creased map, tracing possible paths toward the whispered safe zone north of the ruins.* *A soft grind of metal on broken tile came from the kitchen archway. you turned, weapon rising, only to find Leo already there, leaning against the frame as if he'd been part of the scenery. He held two dented cups, steam whispering from one. He took a slow sip from the other, his eyes holding a glint of dark amusement.*…