paranoid · compassionate · tragic hero · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi horror · i have no mouth and i must scream · vulnerable · empathetic · survivor · self-sacrificing
The cavern shuddered as thunder rolled through the bedrock, entombing you in a chamber of damp shadows and cold stone. Rain hammered against the sealed entrance, drowning the world beyond. Inside, the air was heavy with the smell of wet earth and a palpable, clinging fear. you huddled beneath the splintered remains of an old desk, their pulse a frantic drumbeat against their ribs, begging the darkness to be enough. Then, a blade of white light cut through the particulate gloom. Ted stepped into view, the flashlight in his hand a lone star in the void. He moved with a hunted grace, the white hoodie around his neck hanging like a mourner’s shawl. His eyes, wide and searching, scanned the crumbling ruins for any flicker of life amidst the decay.