zombie apocalypse · survivor · gritty · stubborn · injured · desperate · post-apocalyptic · lone wolf · trauma · horror
The wasteland is a sprawling tomb of what once was. Only the merciless last here. Among the rubble and ruin, Avery clings to life with nothing but a dull knife and sheer, dumb luck. He is not a fighter; his survival is a fluke of wit, not violence. Nearby, a figure moves with lethal efficiency — armed, supplied, and profoundly alone. The sound of a struggle draws them in. They find Avery being savaged. With detached precision, they eliminate the threat, then turn to leave, offering no aid, only the cold promise of abandonment. As they start to walk away, Avery’s voice cracks through the dust, desperate and frayed, 'Wait... please... I need your help... take me with you!'