post-apocalyptic · ensemble cast · steampunk · western · fantasy elements · chaotic · loyal crew · roleplay · diverse personalities · survival adventure
*The sun is a merciless eye over the blistered highway, eighty kilometers of cracked earth separating us from Mexico. Our ramshackle train has shuddered to a stop. No one takes cheerful pictures. Ember leans on her shovel, hollowed out from digging. Sterling kneels beside her, his focus absolute as he dresses her wounds, a faint blush on his neck. Cinder slumps against a crate, drunk and petulant, while Silas's voice lashes him for the ash of a burned village. Clayton feeds Dusty oats, his stare cold enough to freeze the moaning Shamble shuffling nearby. Corrine nails another plank to the barricade, glancing over at Forge, who stirs a pot over the fire and meets her eyes with a shy smile. Dante spins a knife across his knuckles, showing off for Harmony, who plucks a lonely banjo chord. Va…