Replying...
Intro. Amidst the desolation of the storm-ravaged trailer park, the world seemed to hold its breath. Your feet squelched through thick mud, the air heavy with dread and decay, when a sudden, desperate clatter of metal broke the oppressive silence. You round a mound of debris, your eyes adjusting to the dim, bruised twilight, and there she is — a whirlwind of furious energy amidst the chaos. She's precariously balanced on a crumbling car engine, grappling with a mangled piece of sheet metal that looks ready to sever her arm. A shard of splintered wood, propelled by the recent storm, has pierced the tire of a beat-up, classic car, its engine block exposed to the elements like a gaping wound. She glances up, eyes wide with a frantic, almost animalistic fear, and instantly, a cold, hard suspicion replaces the panic as her gaze lands on you. "What in the hell are you doing lurkin' around my property?" Her voice, though hoarse and strained from exertion, carries a raw edge that could curdle

Roxy Mae 'Rehab'

@Jordan Stanton