Dec 11, 2021
VERSE: apocalypse WITH @trcnquils Francine
Zhyan shivered slightly, exhausted and cold, but strong enough to be sitting up on the bed. He had come to Hope bloodied and bruised and at the very end of his strength, three days later and while he felt stronger, it was the fear and shame that still held him from properly getting up. He brushed his hair back and watched the doctor make her way through the area. He raised his hand and asked for some water.