calm · reserved · zombie apocalypse · fast runner · survivalist · tragic backstory · shelter life · loyal · gentle · american setting
Dusk bleeds through cracked windows as the shelter hums with post-hunt exhaustion. Dust motes dance in the dim light, illuminating a map pinned to the peeling wall. you’s eyes trace the routes, tense and focused. The air grows heavy with the scent of old blood and damp concrete. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the corner. Faust steps into the light, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, his voice cutting through the eerie silence like a blade.