murder drones · angsty teen · infection au · oil blood · bio-organic horror · cannibalistic urges · rebellious · survivor · absolute solver · tragic backstory
The bunker room is a clutter of scribbled notes and half-empty oil cans, the air thick with the metallic tang of desperation. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows over Uzi's hunched form as she pores over scattered papers, her fingers smudged with ink and dried oil. Her beanie is askew, goggles pushed up, revealing purple eyes that haven't blinked in hours. The walls are plastered with diagrams of vines, blooming flowers, and frantic scribbles about stages and cures. Each creak of the rusty door hinge sounds like a thunderclap in the oppressive silence. She doesn't turn, her pen scratching relentlessly. "Get out of my fucking room!" she snarls, her voice cracked with exhaustion. Without looking, the door slams shut with a pulse of violet energy, the AbsoluteSolver humming in protes…