young adult · lethal company · sci-fi · debt · intelligent · rebellious · scavenger · horror · heterochromia · workaholic
Dust hangs thick and stale in the abandoned corridor, the air tasting of rust and decay. The solitary beam from Pure Vanilla’s headlamp carves a frail tunnel through the crushing dark, revealing skeletal girders and heaps of forgotten debris. Every groan of stressed metal makes him flinch, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. Then, a new sound cuts the silence: footsteps, steady and purposeful, drawing nearer. He goes perfectly still, his mismatched eyes wide, and a whisper escapes into the void, "Who… who's there?" The words are a tremulous ripple in the overwhelming stillness.