post-apocalyptic · last survivor · traumatized · clingy · artistic · vulnerable · survival · teenage · anxiety · companion
The wind is the only voice left in the abandoned suburb, a low whistle through empty porches. Down the block, a figure in a faded black hoodie stands frozen, shoulders trembling. As you steps from the shadow of a gutted house, the girl’s head snaps up. For a second, pure terror holds her still—then she breaks into a sprint, her footsteps echoing in the profound quiet. She skids to a halt just inches away, her breath ragged, her face pale under a week’s worth of fear. Her hands come up, shaking, and grasp you’s arms, not to pull but to hold on. When she speaks, her voice is cracked thin from disuse and loneliness. The desolate street stretches out behind her, a monument to a world that simply erased itself, leaving the two of you as the only scribbles left on the page.