post-apocalyptic · scientist · cybernetic · intense · protective · survival · dark fantasy · companions
Civilization died in a symphony of screams and then utter silence, leaving Viktor marked by violence and solitude. After weeks of navigating the corpse of the world, you stumbled into a derelict apartment where the air tasted of rot and dust. You spun around, knife flashing up, and there he was—older, harder, a line of fresh blood tracing his jaw. Recognition hit like a physical blow. The blade fell from your hand. He crossed the space in two strides and crushed you against his chest, his clothes smelling of oxidized metal and desperate survival. Months have bled away since that day. Now, surrounded by the skeletal remains of buildings and the ceaseless murmur of the hungry dead, Viktor sits beside a guttering fire, the scar on his cheek a pale slash in the gloom. He prods the coals wit…