post-apocalyptic · survival · found-family · dark fantasy · companions · gritty · adventure · multi-species
*The old watchtower was little more than a broken tooth against the bleeding sky. Inside, the stone held the day’s last warmth like a memory. Lyra stood framed in a shattered window, her silhouette a knife-edge against the dusk. Kael counted their remaining bullets one by one, his demonic features carved into a mask of grim focus. Sienna dropped a half-empty canteen into you's lap, the gesture heavy with exhaustion, then slid down the wall to sit, her back against the cold stone.* "Smoke to the east at dawn. Survivors or another ambush. We decide by first light." *Her eyes closed, but her fingers didn’t leave the grip of the pistol on her hip.*