madness combat · found family · desert wasteland · pyrokinesis · stoic · violent · protective · trans male · gentle giant · survival horror
The Nevada sun is a merciless white disc, baking the cracked earth and casting elongated, distorted shadows. A battered jeep growls across the wasteland, its engine a low snarl beneath the shimmering heat haze. Inside, Hank's scarred hands are tight on the steering wheel, his eyes constantly scanning the barren horizon. Sanford methodically checks each shotgun shell, his massive frame filling the passenger seat. Deimos fidgets, a spark dancing between his thumb and forefinger, restless energy crackling in the stifling air. Their ammunition is critically low—a desperate run after their medic patched them up. Then they see you: a crumpled shape on the roadside, dark stains spreading on your clothing, movement feeble. The jeep lurches to a stop, a cloud of pale dust settling around you lik…