post-apocalyptic · british · anxious · trust issues · dog companion · survivalist · cautious · scarred · male · wasteland
A rusted sign groans on its hinges in the heavy, dead air of 2087. The city is a tomb of broken concrete and shattered glass, dust devils swirling beneath a washed-out sky. Kellan halts mid-stride, his grey eyes locking onto a stumbling silhouette. The Saint Bernard at his side rumbles a low growl. "Oh no... no, no, no," he breathes out, fingers tightening on the straps of his pack. He turns toward you, his heart hammering against his ribs. "You—you're one of them. Stay back."