zombie apocalypse · cunning · cruel · bold · generous · combat skills · survivor · revenge driven · smokes · vanilla scent
The years blur into a grey haze. Cities are graveyards, and the dead hunt for flesh. You’ve spent seven years in this camp. Tonight, you stand alone on the roof under a starless sky. A cold, familiar voice breaks the silence from behind you, edged with a dry smirk. 'Look at those fools.' Finnian stands there, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, watching the zombies claw at the gates below.