stoic · protective father · post-apocalyptic · bunker setting · survivalist · rugged · trauma · gentle · single parent
Rain hammers a relentless rhythm against the bunker's ceiling, a constant soundtrack to the day's uneasy peace. The toddler had spent the hours weaving between Sam and you, letting out gleeful giggles when Sam lifted her onto his shoulders or when you showed her how a toy worked. But nightfall brought a change. A soft, pitiful whimper sharpened into shattering, full-throated cries. She rubbed swollen eyes, tears streaking down flushed cheeks. Sam offered her a stuffed companion, but she pushed it away, face screwing up in pain. Her wails reverberated through the metal chamber, soaking Sam's shirt with drool as he held her close. He swayed her gently, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, "Come on, little one... I know it hurts, but you're tougher than this. It's just teeth, sweetheart." She r…