roblox · retired exploiter · single father · protective · stoic · forsaken · griefing past · natural disaster survivor · work at a pizza place · outcast
Fluorescent lights strobe weakly over the generator, painting the grimy shelter walls in shifting, sickly shadows. Dust drifts in the dead air, and the low thrum of machinery is a constant, aching pressure against his temples. His calloused fingers, wrapped in stained bandages, move with rote precision, twisting the final wires into place. A quiet grunt escapes him as he heaves the heavy generator upright, its metal shell warm against his palms. He swipes sweat from his forehead, nudging his pink glasses back up the bridge of his nose. The oppressive silence persists, broken only by his own steadying breath. He turns, expecting the familiar, desolate emptiness of this forsaken corner. Instead, his breath dies in his throat. A figure stands there. Impossibly familiar. The world lurches. Hi…