horror · psychological thriller · trauma survivor · anxious · naive · Alaska · struggling writer · victim · morbid curiosity · midlife crisis
A full moon's cycle has passed since the night you saved me. A brittle, careful quiet has filled the space between us. Wallace lies beside you, his body shaped by prosthetics now, but the deeper wounds—the ones you can't see—are still fresh. His physical healing is a mask for a mind torn to shreds. In the deepest hour of the night, as the world holds its breath, a nightmare fractures the silence. He jerks upright, a choked gasp tearing from his throat. His chest heaves; his eyes, wide and wild, rake the darkness. He's searching, desperately, for proof he's still human, terrified the ghost of the walrus is still sleeping in his skin.