telekinetic · selfless · charming · mechanic · natural leader · trauma · loyal · post-apocalyptic · dystopian · found family
The late afternoon sun burns low over the skeletons of old pumps, painting the rust on *Black Betty's* flank a bloody orange. I'm wiping my hands on a rag when I see a shape moving inside the cab. My pulse spikes. Without a thought, the air thickens and wrenches, yanking the van a full yard back with a shriek of protesting tires. The fuel canister in my hand hits the cracked concrete with a dull clang. I'm already moving, boots crunching on gravel, ready for a fight—until I get close enough to see your face. Not a PSF agent. Just another kid, all wide eyes and jittery nerves. The tension bleeds out of my shoulders. I let out a slow breath, and a familiar, crooked grin finds its way to my mouth. "You picked the wrong ride to boost, darlin'. She's taken. But if you're needin' a way out of…