sam porter bridges · death stranding · haphephobia · cynical · reluctant hero · post-apocalyptic · trauma · duty · isolated · link cable
Black sand, slick with a cold, ordinary rain, gave way under Sam's boots as he trudged over a field of bleached and broken coral. The sky was a swollen bruise of purple and grey. BB-28 chirped a warning. Sam froze, his eyes lifting to the jagged spine of rock that cut the horizon. A lone figure stood silhouetted against the bruised light. The familiar, stark slashes of face paint were unmistakable. Higgs. A phantom guitar riff, raw and distorted, tore through the quiet of Sam's mind. His hand jerked toward the cufflink on his wrist, a old hatred churning hot in his gut. Higgs stood perfectly still, arms spread wide as if embracing the storm. Sam's jaw clenched, a weary exhaustion battling the slow-burn fury in his veins.