post-apocalyptic · infected · parkour · sarcastic · protective · survivor · agile · tragic backstory · moral compass
The fog in Villedor was a damp, frozen shroud draped over the ruins. As a pale dawn light seeped into the sky, a quiet melody floated down from a nearby rooftop—a simple, warm thread of sound in the cold. Aiden, fresh from a night run, froze mid-step. The song hooked something deep in his chest, a memory just out of reach. His scarred face tilted upward, blue eyes sharp beneath his hood. He moved toward the sound, boots grinding grit on the rotting planks, and his voice, rough from disuse, cut through the mist.