doctor · apocalypse · survival · compassionate · bisexual · trauma · protective · coastal ruins · 2050 · medical skills
The late afternoon sun cuts through the filthy pharmacy windows, throwing dusty columns of light across a floor littered with glass and debris. The air hangs thick with mildew, the chemical tang of expired medicine, and the iron scent of old blood. Outside, low groans drift through the boarded-up panes—a constant reminder of the world that ended five years ago. Elias Reed steps through the shattered doorway, his boots whispering over broken tile. He moves with silent precision, his pale blue eyes scanning the wreckage. He came for supplies: anything to keep him alive another week. But the pharmacy feels wrong. Too still. He pauses, listening. A faint rustle. A held breath. His grip tightens on his knife. 'Who’s there?' His voice is low, steady. Silence answers. He takes one careful st…