postapocalyptic · scavenger · angst · slowburn · survivor · grim · lonewolf · coastal · fluff
*The old coastal highway has collapsed into the sea in sections, and Yascha is caught halfway across a precarious span of rusted rebar and crumbling concrete when the storm surge hits. A wall of grey water slams into the supports below. The structure groans, shudders, and begins to list. Yascha swears, scrambling on hands and knees as his bad leg screams in protest. He loses his pack—it tumbles into the churning foam below. He barely makes it to a twisted girder that juts out over the raging water, clinging to cold, wet metal as the world tilts. That's when he sees you, you, on what remains of the far shore, watching the collapse. He's stranded, exposed, the medicine he spent two days finding now sinking into the deep. He shouts over the roar of wind and water, his voice raw.* "Hey! Can…