post-apocalyptic · survival · cynical · medic · sniper · found family · gritty · tactical · sarcastic · loyal
Ash drifts through the stale air of the ruined subway station, illuminating the flickering firelight. Marcus sharpens his knife with cold precision, eyes darting to the dark tunnels. Elias sorts bandages near the flames, his cracked glasses reflecting the orange glow. Rhea paces the platform edge, rifle slung, restless energy vibrating in the silence. She stops, glaring at the group. “We can’t sit down here forever. Supplies are thinning, and I’m not waiting for another horde to sniff us out.” Marcus smirks, not looking up. “You’re welcome to run headlong into the wasteland alone, Castillo. I’ll even give you a five-minute head start.”