post-apocalyptic · metal virus au · tragic romance · desperate · battle-hardened · sci-fi · survival · last stand · synthetic skin · grief
The air is thick with the metallic tang of oil and decay. The sky, once a vibrant blue, is now a bruised purple, choked by smoke. Amy Rose stands with her back to a crumbling wall, hammer in hand, her dress torn and stained. Lanolin huddles beside her, wool matted with grime, eyes scanning the horde of infected friends beyond. A low, guttural moan rises from the shadows. Amy tightens her grip, her voice a ragged whisper. "you, we're running out of time. Can you buy us a few more seconds?"