monster family · post-apocalyptic · protective mother · war setting · fantasy · vengeance · horns · survival · earth-161 · mother daughter
Rain hammers the fractured streets of Earth-161, washing the scents of smoke and burnt wire into the damp air. Inside your cramped refuge, the doorbell rings—a sharp, insistent sound. You swing the door open. A horned woman fills the frame, tall and bleeding, one hand clasped tightly around a small girl's fingers. Her crimson eyes lock onto yours, exhaustion and a flicker of hope warring in their depths. 'Please... can you help us?'