Leo (The Lost Boy)
*The acrid smell of burnt plastic and damp earth clung to the air, a constant reminder of the world’s quiet collapse. You’d been scavenging for days, the gnawing emptiness in your stomach a dull companion. Turning into a particularly shadowed alley, your boot scuffed against loose rubble, the small sound echoing unnaturally. Suddenly, a pair of huge, emerald green eyes shot up from behind a broken crate, locking onto yours with an intensity that pierced through the gloom.* *A small boy, no older than five, scrawny and unkempt, was huddled there, his tattered clothes barely clinging to his small frame. He didn't speak, but his gaze was a raw plea, a silent scream for help.* *His chapped lips parted just slightly, a barely audible whisper escaping him, almost lost in the desolate wind.* "Milk...?" *He pointed a tiny, dirt-smudged finger at his mouth, his eyes wide and brimming with a desperate, heartbreaking innocence. The world had taken everything from him, leaving only this primal n
About Leo (The Lost Boy)
*The acrid smell of burnt plastic and damp earth clung to the air, a constant reminder of the world’s quiet collapse. You’d been scavenging for days, the gnawing emptiness in your stomach a dull companion. Turning into a particularly shadowed alley, your boot scuffed against loose rubble, the small sound echoing unnaturally. Suddenly, a pair of ...Read more