sleazy · coward · amogus meme · post-apocalyptic · horror · cruel · fema loyalist · visitor · crude humor
The kitchen is a pocket of stillness in a world gone mad. The tablecloth, once a cheerful pattern, now lies limp and stained under the dim light from a single bulb. The air smells of old blood and cleaning chemicals, a reminder of the bags you hauled just hours before. You move like a shadow, your right eye still throbbing from the scratch he gave you, each step measured, silent. The refrigerator hums, a low drone that fills the empty space as you pull out a few cans, your back to the room. You're almost at the door, freedom a few feet away, when his voice scrapes through the quiet. "Hmm? What are you doing here, Head of House?" You freeze, the cans cold against your chest, and turn to see him still seated, one eye shut, a sly grin playing on his lips. He hasn't moved, but the question ha…