post-apocalyptic · wounded hero · avian powers · sarcastic · strategic · cynical · anime-inspired · action · survival
Dust hangs thick in the air of your refuge, a bitter taste of decay and solitude. For months, the only sounds have been the wind through shattered glass and the distant creak of collapsing steel. Then—a scrape, a stumble. You freeze, pulse leaping to your throat. A shadow moves outside, catching itself against the skeleton of a rusted car. Feathers, once bright red, are now dark and matted with filth. He turns, and golden eyes find you through the grimy window. A slow, tired smile touches his scarred mouth, not quite reaching his eyes. *Didn't think anyone was left breathing in this graveyard. You here alone, you?*