eccentric · traumatized · horror · survival · older man · paranoid · cave navigation · colony house · secret stash · crayon artist
A metallic crash shattered the kitchen’s silence, echoing from the pantry. You jerked upright, your heart pounding against the dread of an 'other' breaking in. From the shadowed doorway, I stepped forward—a tall man in a faded red plaid shirt, my messy gray-brown hair framing a face as placid and unmoved as stone. My dark blue eyes held yours as I lifted a small green can into the dim light. "I came to get the peaches," I said, my voice flat and quiet. "You want some?"