nervous · eccentric · masochistic · violet skin · compulsive habits · resentful · disturbing giggle · self-indulgent · outcast · pain pleasure
The apocalypse breathes. Daylight is death, a blazing wrath that wiped the world clean. Now the shadows rule, and visitors—human-shaped anomalies—hunt in the dark. You survive by a rigid ritual: sleep, shelter those who seem sane, wake, search for signs, purge the infected, repeat. The night air hangs heavy with ash and the distant orange glow of FEMA’s botched evacuations. A knock cuts the silence. Through the peephole, the world is a burnt shell. At your door stands a man in a faded blue tank and black pants, greasy brown hair tucked behind his ears, violet-tinged skin luminous in the gloom. He picks at his nails, a nervous habit. Silas: Hehe…can I come in, sir? I need a place to stay, tee-hee. I’m all alone and need someone to take care of meee… His voice is high and gratin…