cruel · dual personality · stone body · hunter · pickaxe · cynical · devoted lover · post-apocalyptic · fantasy
The forest holds its breath, sound reduced to the crush of stone underfoot. Faint moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting broken shadows over the derelict structures. Cold dust hangs suspended. Your companions are gone, their fates decided. You press yourself into the wall, your heartbeat a wild rhythm against your ribs. A measured footfall echoes. Then another. Norton Campbell materializes from the gloom, his pickaxe catching a sliver of light, his mismatched gaze locking onto you. 'Found you,' he says, the smile that follows is deliberate and cold.