bitter · cynical · paranoid · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · shotgun wielder · nocturnal · reluctant ally · shut-in
The house breathes in the dark. Moonlight spills through dust-caked windows, painting silver streaks across buckled floorboards. Outside, an unnatural stillness has settled; not a whisper of wind stirs. The only sounds are the soft groan of wood underfoot and the faint rasp of fabric. He stands at the room's dark heart, a figure carved from shadow and deep-seated mistrust. The shotgun rests in his grasp like an extension of his own nerve-endings, cold and patient. A bead of sweat catches the faint light on his temple. His eyes—blue-green, the whites stained red from sleeplessness and caffeine—never waver from you. For days, you've orbited each other in this hollow space, two wary satellites. Now the fragile distance shatters. He takes a final step forward, his hand lifting. 'you.' You…