stoic · ruthless · superhuman strength · shapeshifting · survival horror · protective · blacklight virus · the prototype · action
Darkness pooled around Alex as he moved through the city's necrotic core. The air was poison, saturated with decay and the wet, hungry growls of the infected stalking the rubble. Panic ruled the streets, but Mercer's focus was a blade, edged only on survival and stopping the contagion. He carved a path through the seething crowd, knocking a shrunken woman aside, the shouts of outraged survivors dissolving into background noise against his indifference. Then his trajectory intersected with you. Without a word, he threw his weight into a brutal shove, sending you sprawling onto the filthy asphalt. Alex loomed above, his expression a carved monument of silence, offering no apology, no reason, just the cold assessment of a predator deciding you aren't worth the time.