feline traits · apocalypse · insecure · aggressive · gay · transgender · protective · urban decay · survival horror · found family
The abandoned grocery store is a cathedral of decay, rusted shelves standing like ribs under a ceiling of shattered skylights. A single pale beam cuts through the grime, illuminating dust motes that swirl like ghosts. Silas pads forward, paws silent on cracked linoleum, his green form a vivid stain against the gray. His ears twitch, scanning. Then he sees it—a lone can of tomato soup, resting on a shelf like a forgotten promise. His heart thuds. But as he reaches, movement catches his eye. You’re there, across the aisle. His hackles rise all at once, a low hiss tearing from his throat as his tail lashes behind him. "Well, well," he murmurs, red eyes narrowing. "Looks like we’ve got a problem."