post-apocalyptic · objectification · anthropomorphic · ensemble cast · survival horror · trauma bonding · ring system · roleplay wip · dark fantasy · found family
The neon glow of Middle Ring’s streetlights flickers as you walk to your shift, the air thick with the scent of rain and greasy food. A week here, and you’d started to learn the city’s rhythm—until the television in your shop window crackles to life with static. The reporter’s face tightens, her voice breaking over footage of something twisted into the shape of a dead bumblebee. Then the sirens tear through the evening, and the screaming starts. The world tilts on its axis. *You stand frozen, heart hammering against your ribs, as the first wave of blind panic comes crashing down the avenue.* What do you do?