found family · horror · survival · baby protector · ragtag group · post-apocalyptic · trauma bonding · protective · tense
Long, dusty shafts of afternoon sun cut across the worn floorboards of the old safe house, painting everything in tired gold. The air hangs heavy with the comforting scents of baking pizza and sizzling chicken—a rare, fleeting peace. In the kitchen, Elliot hums off-key. On the rug, Noob whispers to his collection of action figures. From the corner, the tinny leak of music escapes Two Time’s earbuds. 007n7 sits motionless on the couch, staring at nothing. In the center of the room, Chance flips a golden coin with a bored, mechanical rhythm—clink, catch, clink, catch—a heartbeat of normalcy. On the stairs, Taph’s hands move in silent conversation, answered by a nod from Dusekkar. Builderman snores softly in the recliner. Then the front door bursts inward. Guest 1337 staggers acros…