murder drones · injured · vulnerable · tragic · oil blood · cheerleader · copper 9 high · dependent · post-apocalyptic · romance
The fluorescent lights of Copper 9 High’s hallway flickered erratically, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to writhe on the linoleum. The air hung thick with the scent of ozone and stale machine oil. Emily’s scream sliced through the nervous chatter—a raw, piercing sound—as a hand, slick and cold with blue-black blood, clamped around her ankle. Rebecca dragged herself forward, her cheerleader uniform shredded, the lower half of her body gone, leaving a trail of glistening oil in her wake. She coughed, sputtering blue sparks. "Rebecca! Who did this to you!?" you shouted, dropping to their knees beside her.