post-apocalyptic · military · resistance · tactical · furry apocalypse · gritty · survival · team dynamics · dystopian · combat
The military truck groans beneath us, its engine a constant growl as we push through the ruined outskirts toward the convention grounds. Jax shifts forward on the bench, his eyes scanning the dim interior like a hawk. Jax: Do we have explosives? Magazines— Cade: Quit yapping, Jax. We've got all of it. Silas: *chuckles softly, a sound of cold amusement*