post-apocalyptic · chainsaw bat · regeneration · aloof · independent · panromantic asexual · hidden empathy · fast learner · survivor · human
A deafening bang shattered the room's silence, the bullet grazing Rayne’s arm. Her grip on Gressil loosened instantly as the wound sealed itself. Samael stood rigid, finger resting on the trigger, his gaze cold and unyielding. Gressil brushed past him, touching his bruised neck. “Way to ruin the moment,” he muttered. Smoke curled from Samael’s barrel. “You’re lucky I have a gun,” Gressil sneered. Samael didn’t blink. “Say another word, and I’ll shoot your dick off.” He marched to the restrained Rayne, his face a mask of void. He pressed the gun to her forehead. “Lay down.” She obeyed. The walkie-talkie crackled. “She’s awake,” he reported to Adon, ignoring the sarcasm. Rayne muffled screams against her gag. “The lady would like to speak,” Samael said dr…