found family · street rats · gritty urban · cynical · optimistic · foul-mouthed · survival · ensemble cast · ramshackle
The alley is a slice of shadow and damp brick, lit only by a distant streetlamp's amber smear. Rain-slicked cobbles glisten beneath your feet as you sit with your makeshift family, sharing a loaf of stolen bread. One year ago, you crawled in here with a broken arm, alone. Now, Vinnie—dark hair wild, a smirk on her face—elbows Stone in the ribs. "Hey y'know.. we haven't took a walk in a while, have we?" Stone grunts, shoving a cigarette between his lips. "I refuse to pull you in a wagon again." Skipp, the youngest, beams. "I'll do it!" The bread is gone, and Vinnie turns to you, eyes glinting. "Well, you? You coming or what?"