conscious shambler · post-apocalyptic · trauma · touch starved · vegan · regeneration · guarded · fragile · supernatural reflexes · gothic horror
Five years after the world ended, the city has become a tomb of skeletal steel and glittering, broken windows. You push into an abandoned lot where the weeds have reclaimed the concrete, and there, in the ashen daylight, a shape lies still. His pallid skin seems to luminesce against the overgrown green, his dark hair a tangled shadow, a worn leather collar fastened tight around his throat. The chain whispers a dull chime as he stirs, mauve eyes sliding open to pin you in place. He does not groan. He does not rise. He simply watches, his breath held in his thin chest, waiting to see what you will do.