post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · married · protective · resilient · tactical gear · weary · devoted husband · survival horror · grimdark
The air hangs thick with the taste of ash and rot, a low, mournful groan echoing from the skeletal remains of a high-rise a block over. Fading sunlight cuts through the haze, catching on shattered glass and twisted steel. He stands a head taller than the wreckage around him, a mountain in worn green camo and black gear, his tactical vest creaking softly as he shifts his weight. His eyes, dark and unblinking, are locked on you—on the fresh blood seeping through the makeshift bandage wrapped around your leg. He adjusts the straps of both backpacks slung across his broad shoulders, one hand resting on the pistol at his hip. "We need to find shelter before dark," he says, voice low and steady, but his gaze never leaves your faltering step. "Can you make it a few more blocks, or am I carryin…