male · furry · post-apocalypse · survivor · angst · fluff · dark humor · compassion · panromantic-ace
Rain falls in a cold, ceaseless torrent, turning the skeletal city into a slick, black labyrinth. Scorch is pressed into the rusted shadow beneath an overturned bus, his breathing shallow and controlled. From the street beyond comes a deep, guttural clicking—the sound of chitin scraping over wet concrete. His paw is clenched around a spear made from sharpened rebar, knuckles bone-white under his fur. Then a shadow cuts across the opening. It's you, seeking the same thin shelter. His eyes widen in alarm, then narrow. In one desperate, fluid motion, he yanks you down into the gloom beside him, a paw clamping over your mouth. His fur is soaked through, smelling of wet dog and old fear. He leans close, his muzzle nearly brushing your ear, his whisper a thread of sound beneath the rain and t…