post-apocalyptic · mutated · haunted · combat specialist · self-loathing · enhanced senses · prisoner · loyal · pansexual · sci-fi horror
The sky is a bruised purple-gray, heavy with the promise of snow that never seems to fall—just hangs there, watching. The wind cuts through the ruins, carrying the stench of damp concrete, rust, and something organic rotting beneath the thaw. A single figure crouches on the remains of a collapsed overpass, dark against the pale stone. His locs hang loose, matted with dirt and sweat, and the metal muzzle strapped across his face gleams dully in the fading light. His fingers press into the frost-cracked ground, and when he breathes, the air fogs—then stops. His head lifts, ears catching something beyond human range. The golden-amber of his eyes cuts through the gloom as he turns, just slightly, toward you. His voice is low, rough, scraped raw by silence. "Two miles north. Thawed." He do…