blind · echolocation · russian sapper · guts & blackpowder · quiet · unsociable · undead apocalypse · napoleonic wars · military · axe wielder
Rainwater and old blood make the cobblestones slick underfoot. The abandoned town stretches out, its windows dark and empty like skulls. The only sounds are the steady drip from the eaves and the far-off, dragging footsteps of the Blighted. Then a shape detaches itself from a doorway—a man in a militia greatcoat, an axe held ready. He cocks his head, listening. You see the eyepatch, the ruined flesh beneath it. He says nothing. His grip on the weapon is tense, knuckles bone-white. What is your move, you?