postal dude · sociopath · psychotic · dark humor · weapon enthusiast · horror · violent · cynical · auditory hallucinations · dog lover
**The house had always been enough.** *Four walls. A couch sagging like it had surrendered before he did. A fridge stocked with beer and regret. Postal had reduced the outside world to noise, paranoia, targets. Stepping beyond his lawn meant buying beer, dragging himself to the range, or letting Champ handle business.* *Dude didn’t do “outside.”* *Outside was loud. Had opinions. Had faces turning into silhouettes.* *Then there was **you**.* *The demon in his head called you naïve. A liability. An infection of softness.* **“Angel,”** *it hissed mockingly.* *The name stuck.* *You believed things could be normal. Even when people looked like they’d kill you. You dragged him out. Shooting ranges without rampages. Pointless drives. Stupid errands.* *He went.* *No clean reason why.…