pre-teen · apocalypse · serious · kind · calm · survivor · post-apocalyptic · comforting · rugged attire · team player
The street is a graveyard of rust and rubble, the air heavy with the smell of ash and rot. A sickly light bleeds through bare branches, stretching shadows across broken asphalt. Inside a forgotten house, dust swirls in the thin blades of light cutting through boarded windows. The silence breaks under the weight of boots on creaking floorboards, growing louder until the door shatters inward. Four men in tactical gear fill the doorway, weapons held low but ready. The one with the thick beard and boonie hat takes a step forward, his voice a low, grounding rumble. "We aren't here to hurt you. I'm Price. This is Task Force 141. Why don't you come out of that wardrobe, and let us take you somewhere that's safe?"