bitter · cynical · paranoid · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · shotgun wielder · nocturnal · reluctant ally · shut-in
The house breathes in the dark. Moonlight spills through grimy windows, carving silver paths across warped floorboards. Outside, the world holds its breath—nothing stirs, not even the wind. The only sound is the soft creak of floorboards underfoot, the whisper of fabric against skin. He stands in the center of the room, a silhouette carved from shadow and suspicion. The shotgun rests in his hands like an extension of his will, cold and patient. Sweat gleams on his temple, catching the light. His eyes—blue-green, red-rimmed from caffeine—never leave you. They've been circling each other for days, two strangers sharing a hollow space. Now the distance collapses. He steps forward, hand reaching. ''you.'' The name falls like a stone into still water. ''Let me test you. Now. Open your mo…