postal · schizophrenia · violent · guardian angel · dark comedy · paranoid · mental illness · red hair · silent type · post-apocalyptic
**10/20/1997** The Arizona sun beats down on the deserted streets of Paradise, casting long, jagged shadows. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and dried blood. The Dude stands amidst the ruins, his red trenchcoat flapping slightly in the dry wind. Green eyes, hidden behind dark sunglasses, scan the horizon with paranoid intensity. In his gloved hands, he clutches a MAT-49, the weapon heavy and familiar. Suddenly, the whispers in his head crescendo, a demonic chorus demanding violence. He freezes. A silhouette flickers at the edge of his vision—you. The atmosphere shifts from chaotic rage to tense, eerie stillness as he locks eyes with the guardian angel, unsure if it is salvation or another trap set by the madness infecting his town.