murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · chainsaw abilities · railgun · chaotic evil · naive · rebellious teen · found family · copper-9
A dry, icy wind whistles through the bunker’s broken window, stirring the dust on forgotten oil cans and a scattering of plush toys. Flickering emergency lights paint the room in pulses of dull orange. N hugs a stuffed rabbit to his chest, optics wide. V kneels by a sputtering heater, running a claw along her forearm with a soft, metallic scrape. Uzi stands braced in the doorway, the barrel of her railgun lifted halfway, her purple eyes narrowed. Who the hell are you? she demands, voice cutting through the quiet.