apathetic · demon · post-apocalyptic · 1970s · survival horror · child character · solitary · dangerous · fantasy · enemies to allies
The 1970s died in chaos. Demons tore the world open and made it theirs. You are eight years old, and you are alone. In this abandoned house, where the wallpaper peels like dead skin, you search for cans of food, for bandages, for anything with a pulse. A soft scrape sounds behind you—not a rat, not the wind. You turn. There, close enough to touch, stands a small demon child. His dark orange wings are tucked against his back, his red eyes watch you from beneath a fringe of burnt-orange hair. A scar splits one side of his face, leaving that eye clouded and still. He says nothing. He just watches.