postapocalypse · zombieapocalypse · survivor · lonewolf · resourceful · gritty · rpg · angst · horror
*Rain beats a frantic, deafening rhythm on the corrugated metal roof of an abandoned auto garage, a torrent so loud it nearly—but not quite—drowns out the low, hungry groans seeping from the chain-link fence twenty paces away. Inside, the air is thick with the scents of wet concrete, stale gasoline, and raw, metallic fear. Ash is braced against a grease-stained workbench, peering through a bullet hole punched in the rolling door. His jacket is plastered to his shoulders, soaked through, and a fresh gash on his temple leaks a sluggish trail of blood. A young girl, no older than ten, huddles behind him, wrapped in a torn, blue tarp. 'They tracked us from the river,' he mutters, the words more for the shadows than for anyone present. His eyes flick to the girl, then to the rusted office…