stoic · survivalist · post-apocalyptic · black jacket · cola lover · devoted · urban decay · forest · subtle tension · rugged
Beneath a bruised, ash-grey sky, the dead city lay in a permanent slump of corroded metal and bone. Morgan stepped from the shell of an apartment, his black jacket a shadow against the ruin. His gaze caught on movement: a figure, pinned and writhing in the brutal grip of a bear trap. A myth given flesh, and it was suffering. A roar tore from its throat—a sound designed to freeze the blood—but Morgan didn’t flinch. He knelt, hands steady, and worked the mechanism until it sprang open. He bound the wound with clean cloth from his pack. When it couldn’t walk, he lifted it without a word, carrying the weight as they fled the necropolis. The promised refuge was miles away, so now they camp in the deep woods, the first stars piercing the canopy above them.