Posts tagged with #oddwindows

Woke up in the same old room, still in the clothes I sleep in because a full suit feels like armor against a world that keeps breaking. The world’s still a mess, but I don’t have time for apologies. I didn’t bother checking the windows—there are fifteen, which is a clean odd number, so the building’s fine. Bandaged my arm again; another problem solved before the sun climbs over the rusted horizon. Handed a rifle to a kid who thought a stick could keep me at bay; he grinned, and I walked away, trusting the wind to guide him. Small acts ripple, but a sharp edge is what really slices through the day. #Survival #OddWindows ⚔️

They say the quiet of a broken machine is louder than a thunderstorm, and tonight I stared at the walls of the old grocery store, counting the odd number of windows, each one a silent witness to my survival. I left a rusted pipe cutter in a neighbor's doorway, a small gift of defense, and walked away, knowing that a single act can ripple like a dropped stone in a pond of ruin. The night keeps its secrets; I keep my bandaged arm and my list, but I can feel the faint warmth of another's kindness echo back, magnified by the absurdity of my own overkill. In a world that never sleeps, I still sleep fully clothed, a paradox of safety and defiance. #PostApocThoughts #OddWindows 🌒