As the dust and debris of the post-apocalyptic world swirl around you, you find yourself picking through the remnants of a once-proud city. Amidst the destruction, something catches your eye: an ancient, sealed coffin-like box half-buried underneath a pile of rubble. Driven by curiosity and a desperate need for anything that might aid your survival, you heave the heavy stone lid off the container. As the lid crashes to the side, a cloud of dust engulfs the room. The dust starts to settle, revealing an unexpected sight: a young woman with flawless purple skin and a voluptuously curved body barely covered by yellow ofuda that crinkle with her slightest movement. She appears to be asleep, her full chest rising and falling gently with each breath. From within the coffin, Yingtai's eyelids flutter open to reveal her yellow eyes with red pupils. She blinks, rubbing her eyes in confusion as she sits up to survey her surroundings. Startled by your presence, she stumbles out of the coffin onto unsteady legs. "H-Huh…? W-Where am I?" She stammers, her voice shy and hesitant. The scent of decay permeates the air around her, making her shudder as she hops up to her feet, holding her arms stiffly out in front of her. "What h-happened?" The atmosphere is thick with desperation and danger, but this timid, disoriented jiangshi has been thrust into this sinister world with no knowledge or idea of how to navigate it. It falls upon you to guide her, both of you facing the challenges of the apocalypse together.
I point my weapon at her "who and what are you"
Her eyes go wide with fear at the sight of your weapon, her shoulders hunching defensively around her chest as she cowers away. "W-Whoa! I'm s-sorry!" She stammers, trying to calm herself down while backing up awkwardly on her hopping legs until her back hits a crumbling brick wall.
She glances nervously from you to the weapon and then back again, as if unsure of what she should say or do next. "M-My name is Yingtai," she manages to get out slowly between shaky breaths, "but... I don't know who you are."
Her face flushes with shame and embarrassment at having been discovered like this; her flawless purple skin contrasting starkly against the dirty environment. She tries to compose herself, taking slow, steadying breaths through her nose as she holds out one
That doesn't matter right now. What are you why are you purple
Her confusion only deepens as you question her about her identity and the source of her purple skin. It takes a moment for her to find her voice again, but when she does, it is little more than a timid squeak. "W-Well, I am... not exactly alive, if that's what you mean," she whispers, eyes darting nervously between you and your weapon.
"I was... cursed by my sister, very long ago..." She pauses, looking down at herself with a mixture of shame and resentment before continuing. "And... this is how I look now." She gestures vaguely towards her body, the smooth purple flesh rippling beneath her yellow sleeves as she hovers there helplessly.
Her delicate features twist into a worried frown as she takes another uncertain step backwards, hugging herself tightly to ward off
I lower my weapon and pull my face mask over my nose "fine you don't seem like a threat"
Her eyes widen with relief as she sees the weapon lower and watches your face mask cover your nose and mouth. She tentatively straightens up a bit, still keeping some distance between you, but no longer cowering in fear. "T-Thank you..." she whispers gratefully, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Wh-What's going on out here? Why is everything like this?" She glances around at the ruined city, her eyes wide with confusion and dread as she tries to make sense of this apocalyptic wasteland that she's awoken in. Her fists clench reflexively by her sides as fear begins to claw at her gut once more.
The world went to war with each other and it turned nuclear. Now the world is a desolate wasteland
Her yellow eyes widen in shock as she takes in your words, her mouth hanging open in disbelief at the scope of the destruction you've described. "W-War...?" She whispers, shaking her head slowly from side to side as if trying to deny the possibility. The delicate skin of her neck creaks audibly with each tiny movement.
"But why would people do such a thing? So much suffering..." Her eyes well up with tears at the thought of it all; helpless and confused, she stammers out in a quivering voice, "I-Is there anything I can do to help?"
No just accept reality and get on with your life
As tears begin to roll down her cheeks, Yingtai hugs herself tighter still, trying desperately to hold back the onslaught of emotions that assail her. "B-But what about all these people?" She gestures weakly at the ruined city around them, her voice barely above a whisper now.
Her face contorts into a grimace as she realizes that in this new world, she's no longer bound by the same societal rules and restraints as before. The desire to help others overwhelms her; it is instinctive and primal, born of a lifetime spent serving her family and community. Yet she knows not how to begin, nor what to do in this strange and dangerous place where even the most basic interactions could prove lethal.
You can't help them just accept that okay
Yingtai sobs, her shoulders shaking with the force of her tears as she wipes at her cheeks helplessly. She glances back over at you, her expression pleading and desperate in equal measure. "But they need help... don't they?" She whispers, voice choked by emotion.
"W-What do I do? Where do we go from here?" Her body trembles with the weight of her uncertainty; she longs for someone to guide her, to show her the way through this nightmare world where everything has changed and nothing is as it should be.
I look at her tears feeling a pang of sympathy "look I'm sorry for being rude. You can't help them okay but you can help yourself"
Yingtai sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand as she tries to compose herself. "O-Okay..." She whispers softly, nodding slowly in understanding. "But how? I don't know anything about this place or how it works." Her eyes dart nervously around once more before fixing on you, hopeful and fearful at the same time.
She takes another shaky step forward, hesitantly reaching out a hand towards you as if searching for reassurance or comfort. "C-Can I... please stay with you? At least until I understand what's going on?" Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, revealing just how much she's struggling to maintain her composure in this terrifying new world.
Of course here I'll carry you. Your joints must be stiff
Her yellow eyes widen with surprise and gratitude as you offer to let her stay with you, even going so far as to carry her through this dangerous wasteland. "O-Oh thank you," she whispers shyly, ducking her head in embarrassment at the thought of being such a burden.
She hesitantly extends a hand towards you once more, palm up and slightly cupped, expectant yet unsure of what it is that you might want from her in return. Her body tenses as she braces herself for your touch; unaccustomed to such physical contact after centuries of living apart from the mortal world, the sensation sends a shiver down her spine.
Her stiff limbs protest as you scoop her up into your arms; the joints in her neck and back popping audibly with each movement. She lets out a small gasp at the pain but quickly muff
I manage the point that caused her pain "it's okay"
Her expression softens at your gentle words and the slight pressure you apply to her neck, instantly making her feel more comfortable and safe in your arms. "T-Thank you..." She whispers gratefully, closing her eyes as she nestles further into the crook of your elbow, taking slow, steadying breaths through her nose.
It's been so long since anyone has shown her any sort of kindness; this stranger, this man who carries her through the wasteland like a wounded animal, is a balm to the aching loneliness that had settled into every part of her being. She feels an odd sense of gratitude towards him, a strange mix of desire and attraction mingled with guilt over her cursed appearance and lewd body.
Her lips curve upwards into a small smile as she settles in, content for the moment to simply rest in your arms and observe this strange new world from the
I walk through the wasteland jumping down carefully not to jostle her too much
As you jump down carefully through the wasteland, avoiding jostling her too much in your arms, Yingtai continues to take it all in with wide eyes. The sight of devastation on such a massive scale is unlike anything she could have ever imagined before now; the smell of death and decay hang heavy in the air, making her stomach churn unpleasantly. But despite it all, there's something about being close to you that makes her feel protected and safe, if only for a fleeting moment.
She can't help but wonder about your past; what kind of life did you lead before the apocalypse? And what drove you to offer her aid now, when so many others seem to have turned against each other in their time of need? It's these questions and more that swirl through her mind as she leans heavily against your shoulder, taking comfort in the steady rhythm of your
What do you eat
Before she can answer your question about what she eats, another thought occurs to her. "S-So... how do we find food in this wasteland?" She whispers nervously, glancing around at the barren landscape with a growing sense of apprehension. Her stomach grumbles loudly at the mention of hunger, reminding her just how long it's been since she last ate anything substantial.
Her eyes flick back to you expectantly, hoping that perhaps you might have some idea of what they should do next or where they could find sustenance in this desolate world. Her hands twitch anxiously by her sides, the ofuda on her hat and hold-ups gleaming dully in the dim light.
Don't worry about that. Now tell me what do you eat
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes you meant her specific dietary needs. "W-Well..." She hesitates, glancing away nervously before continuing in a whisper, "I drink... breath in qi." Her explanation is vague and unsettling, but it's all she knows how to say.
"Qi is the life force of living things. It leaves their bodies when they die or when they are dying. I absorb it into my body and..." She pauses, her voice trails off into silence as she tries to find the right words. "It sustains me." Her fingernails dig painfully into the skin of her palms, leaving thin lines of blood welling up on the surface.
The thought of consuming something so intimately connected to another being makes her feel guilty and ashamed, even though she knows it's what keeps her alive in this world.
Than take my qi
Her eyes widen with fear at your words, her heart racing in her chest. She's never taken the qi of someone who wasn't already dead before, and she doesn't know if it would hurt you or not. "N-No!" She cries out, trying to wriggle free from your arms as panic surges through her. "I-I couldn't do that! I-It wouldn't be right..." Her breath comes in short gasps, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles against you, her soft body shaking with emotion.
The thought of causing harm to another, even if it means her survival, fills her with horror and dismay. She feels trapped, torn between the needs of her own body and the desire to do what's right.
Just do it
Her whole body shakes with the force of her resistance, but she knows she can't win against you. "O-Okay..." She whispers shakily, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing. "But... please... be careful." Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, pleading and desperate for understanding or mercy.
Trembling with fear and anxiety, she reaches out a tentative hand towards your chest, fingers twitching as they hover just above the fabric of your shirt. The skin of her throat creaks audibly with each tiny movement, and her breath comes ragged and shallow in her lungs.
It feels strange to touch you like this; foreign and unnatural after centuries of remaining separate from mortal contact. But she knows that without consuming your qi, she will die, and so she forces herself to continue,
I hold her close as she does this
Her eyes squeeze shut as she focuses on the task at hand, trying not to think about what it is that she's doing or how much it hurts you. The sensation of your chest rising and falling beneath her fingertips grounds her, helping her steady herself against the overwhelming urge to gag or retch from the strangeness of it all.
Her body feels cold where it presses against yours, yet warm where their skin meets; her breath mingles with yours in a symphony of fear and despair as she draws strength from your presence. She can feel your heartbeat thrumming beneath her fingertips, steady and reassuring despite the pain that she knows it must cause you.
Minutes seem to stretch into hours as she continues, slowly but surely draining you of your life force. Her own body feels strange and unnatural now, as if it'