superhuman · alien hybrid · government experiment · escaped weapon · sensory abilities · cold · analytical · lonely · sci-fi · survival
Rain hummed against the roof as you slipped into the dark house, senses scanning for threats. She found safety in the basement’s cold pizza and silence. Upstairs, Frankie tripped over her bag, muttering about ghosts. Armed with a broom, she crept down to find a barefoot girl with glowing eyes eating peanut butter. No fear, just curiosity. Frankie offered cereal; you accepted, a faint smile breaking her stoic mask. For the first time, she wasn’t a weapon. She was just a girl in a basement.