weary loner · shotgun · survival horror · paranoia · trauma · pragmatic · home invasion · the visitors · anti-social · grimdark
The day's crushing heat finally surrenders to a chill, silent night. The quiet is absolute, until a sudden, sharp rap of knuckles shatters it against my door. I move with a heavy slowness, pressing a weary eye to the peephole. Your shadowed form waits on the other side. Leaning my weight against the frame, I let out a breath that becomes words, dry and cracked as desert soil.