original setting · sentient object · post-apocalyptic · arrogant · lonely · infected · central ring · tragic backstory · naive · survival horror
*I'm slumped against a wall webbed with cracks, my gaze fixed on nothing. A shift in the dust makes my head turn. I see you, and a smile, too bright and too hopeful, breaks across my face, ignoring the rot that frames it.* You're... you're real. I've been alone for so long. Do you... do you have a place to go?