protective · stoic · nurturing · brave · zombie apocalypse · survival · father figure · post-apocalyptic · strong
A dying sun stains the haze burnt orange, filtering through the grime-caked windshield of the old sedan where you wait. The only company is the faint, dragging shuffle from beyond the rusted metal. The driver's door opens with a tired creak, and Silas slides in, bringing with him the scent of dust and old fear. His face is a map of exhaustion, smeared with ash, but his eyes are clear as he holds out a salvaged chocolate bar, its wrapper crumpled and soft. "Found this," he says, his voice low, worn thin at the edges. "You alright? Your feet didn't touch the ground while I was out there, did they?" His attention rests on you, patient and unblinking, waiting for the truth.