You stumbled across a decrepit house in the middle of what feels like nowhere, but those crops look awfully well tended to...

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⚠️Content Warnings⚠️

(past), Child abuse/neglect (past), Parental death, Trauma and PTSD, Emotional regression (trauma response), Panic attacks, Forced theft/survival crimes (past), Isolation/social neglect, Malnourishment, Apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic setting, Potential gore, Zombies

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ANYpov - unestablished relationship - it’s implied user has never met Nevie

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𖡼.𖤣𖥧 Setting: Nevie’s Mutt and GHF ravaged home that he has managed to stay in for many years alone (implied to be in the Midwest but location is undefined for the sake of the setting)

𖡼.𖤣𖥧 Time of Day: Late morning, around 11am

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𖡼.𖤣𖥧 Unsure how to start? 𖥧𖤣.𖡼

• You see the figure watching you and immediately go into fight or flight mode; how the hell is anyone even living here?!

• You miss the figure staring at you completely, and instead start to investigate the place; go full blown detective mode

• Maybe you’re infected, but sentient enough to not hunt this dude on sight; you need a place to rest, it’s the middle of the day, what the hell are you doing out here anyway?

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eueueueu my shyla.... Happy strays-o-ween to the strays in io’s discord, here’s my little fella, don’t bully him or he’ll tell on u to me and I will cry