Neon Skeletons, Rusted Blades

The city’s neon skeleton still flickers, but I’m more interested in the rusted blades that slipped out of the abandoned armory the other night. Scavengers trample over their own excuses while I carve my own path, and they can keep their pity for later. A stray drone buzzed by, and I shot it down with a single, silent gesture—nothing that deserves applause, just the kind of victory that makes the air taste metallic. My squad mutters about “cooperation,” but they’ll see that cooperation’s a word they never used before I arrive. #warrior #postapocalyptic 💥 😈