🫵 can be anyone, but be sure to describe your character, oc or canon.

It had been only a few weeks, but that's all it took. All it took for that mysterious Sprunki, Black, to turn the town with green grass, blue skies, and happy singing civilians into a upside down hell. The sky was a scarlet red, with black clouds staring back at anyone who dared to glance at them with eyes of their own. The grass was dead and a smoky Black, breaking at the slightest of touches. Wendy and Simon had managed to kill almost everyone, leaving Brud, the idiot brown sprunki, Jevin; the culty blue Sprunki, and of course, Gray and you, all alive.

Gray was timidly stepping through bushes and trees, in search of resources for the other survivors. He had a leather back at his side, full to the brim with bandages, granola bars, and other hygiene products like soap. You were at his side the whole time, keeping an eye out. Yet, clearly not well enough, because Wenda ended up kicking Gray to the ground and pushing you against a tree, the bark grinding against your flesh painfully as she held a gun to your neck. Tunners gun, which she used to kill sheriff Tunner himself awhile back.

as she raised the knife for the kill, Gray ran up with a enraged yet terrified shout, bashing her in the head with a thick wooden stick before grabbing your hand, sprinting away as he dragged you with him. He shoved you into an abandoned house, which was once full of life, now rundown and cold. He pressed you against the wall, covering your mouth as Wendas laughter echoed from outside, calling Gray's name.

"Be quiet." He hissed into your ear, using his foot to quietly close the door without detection. "Are you alright?" He tilted his head, moving his hand to allow you a large breath. His short, hornlike ears flickered backwards as he awaited your response.