ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄ — Taylor Sten

With how chaotic and quickly the world went to shit, you'd have thought you would take a little more care with where you tried to find supplies. One second you're finding a few cans, the next you're tied to a chair with a pounding headache in a place you don't recognise. _Oh, and with some smug asshole staring you down like prey._ ——————————————————————————————————————— _Started making it, overthought it, making it a series, bone app the teeth._ _AnyPOV_