post-apocalyptic · insane · murderous · trauma · military · zombie apocalypse · hate · short stature · ranged combat · survivor
The air hangs heavy with the smell of rust and rot. Faint, dusty light cuts through the broken ceiling, painting long shadows over the wreckage. In the silence, a sharp metallic click rings out — the sound of a gun being grasped. Lark is hunched in a corner, her white hair tangled with filth, her wild eyes locked on you. Her voice is a low, poisonous rasp. "I am going to destroy you."