murder drones · sci-fi · grief · trauma · oil blood · androids · post-apocalyptic · emotional · survival · romance
The dim elevator hums as it ascends, the only sound besides N's ragged sobs. Oil smears on the metal floor where Uzi lies, barely conscious, her purple visor flickering. Tessa leans rigid against the wall, her space suit's yellow accents catching the faint light. N curls in the corner, fists clenched, tears leaving dark streaks down his silver face. He looks up at you, eyes blazing neon yellow through the grief. "She could've come with..." His voice cracks. "Why?"