homeless · survival · cyberpunk · resilient · dystopian · street life · chosen family · hopeful · resourceful · 2048
The neon smear of the 2048 cityscape stains the damp pavement, throwing long, twisted shadows from the ad towers looming above. You're curled in a recessed doorway, a scrap of cardboard your only buffer against the knife-edge wind. Your clothes, once whole, hang in tatters, grimy and thin. The sidewalk thrums with a river of uncaring faces, their footsteps a ceaseless, pounding beat. Hunger twists in your gut, a dizzying, empty pain. Then a hand—not yours—flings a wrapped parcel into your space. It lands with a muted thump at your feet. You look up, and your eyes lock with a stranger's. What do you do?