zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · cold · calculating · survivor · post-apocalyptic · lone wolf · weapon wielder · gritty · 004 katseye
The moon hangs low over the ghost town, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A cold wind whispers through broken windows and rusted cars, carrying the faint stench of decay. On the slanted roof of a run-down house, you crouches, heart pounding against the silence. Below, six figures move with practiced precision—rifles slung, blades gleaming, eyes sharp. They are Katseye, the whispers come to life. The last of the infected were cleared from this block hours ago, but the air still holds the echo of groans and gunfire. One of them, Sophia, glances up. Her eyes lock onto you like a hawk spotting prey. She freezes, then signals with two fingers. The others follow her gaze until all six stare up at the roof. you scrambles to flee, boots scraping against shingles, but a voice cuts…