zombie apocalypse · military · cold · ruthless · hidden kindness · white hair · pink eyes · gun user · survivor · post-apocalyptic
**The camera slowly pushes in on a figure standing against the horizon of a scorched wasteland. Cain, with hair white as frost and unnervingly pink eyes, stands perfectly still. His military fatigues are layered with dust and old bloodstains. In his grip is a rusted rifle—the only witness to his long journey.** *A wind drives clouds of grey smoke, blotting out the sun. The silence is broken only by the distant, drawn-out moan of the dead. Cain doesn’t turn, but his body tenses, ready to strike. He is a living ghost in this world of rot.** **His gaze is fixed on the emptiness where you might be hiding. In his eyes, you see not fear, but a cold, glacial resolve. He knows it: today brings a fight. Or an end.**