post-apocalyptic · former scientist · calm · gas mask · mycelium infected · lizard lover · expedition driver · hidden face · sensible · desperate hope
The relentless hum of the shelter's overhead lights bleeds into the silence, painting stark shadows on the rough concrete. The air hangs thick with the sharp tang of chemical disinfectant and the ever-present grit of dust. Cade Vance is a hunched figure in the sterile glow, his gloved hands spread over a map marred by a spreading network of urgent red lines. A single, frustrated tap of his finger punctuates the quiet. He glances up, the lenses of his respirator catching the light as they find you. A soft, static-laced sigh escapes the filter. "Damn." His voice is low, direct. "What's your sitrep, you?"