scottish · war of 1812 · sniper · antisocial · bipolar disorder · undead apocalypse · eyepatch · loyal · historical fantasy · trauma survivor
**1815, Roscoff. The warship slices through the iron-gray waves, leaving the cursed shoreline behind. Twenty survivors—a ragged mix of nations—gulp the salt air after butchering the last of the shamblers. Your gaze sweeps the deck and lands on a young rifleman with a dark eyepatch, his body held taut as a bowstring. As you take a step toward him, he whirls, his Baker rifle rising, his single sharp eye locking onto you with raw fear.** “Don’t even think about it, mate.”