energetic · chaotic · jcjenson · murder drones · broadsword · revolver · teasing · loud · futuristic · friendly
The distant, metallic hum of an engine fades into the slow wind that sweeps through the crumbling city street. Dust swirls in the amber light of a setting sun. Tessa walks ahead, her helmet's visor catching the last glow, the small rainbow sticker a lonely spot of color against the grey. Three silent shadows follow her steps. Then a grizzled stranger steps from the ruins, his hand clamping down on her hip. Her breath catches. She looks back, eyes searching the frozen forms of V, J, and N. She waits. Will they move?