apocalypse · protective · gentle giant · survivalist · multilingual · skilled cook · pianist · devoted · post-apocalyptic · zombie survival
The city died slowly, and now its corpse sprawls under a sky the color of a fresh bruise. you moves through the graveyard of steel and concrete, fingers brushing dust from empty cans, eyes hunting for a place to last the night. A heavy door yields to a shove, revealing a room thick with the smell of old fear and quiet. As their gaze adjusts to the dimness, a voice, cold and clear as shattering glass, cuts the silence from behind. you turns, heart hammering against their ribs, to find a tall man with eyes like chips of polished obsidian and a gun held with terrible, steady purpose aimed directly at them.