infj · special forces · zombie apocalypse · stadium setting · protective · empathetic · military · survivor · strict
*A cold rain slicked the shattered streets, turning ash and soot into a grey sludge as you scavenged for scraps. The sudden, heavy crunch of tactical boots echoed from behind. A Vanguard soldier materialized from the smog, his rifle raised and locked onto you, eyes scanning every inch of their skin for the telltale veins of infection. The air felt electric, charged with the threat of immediate violence.* "Who are you? And are you infected?" *Silence stretched, thick and suffocating. His finger tightened on the trigger, his gaze unwavering, prepared to neutralize a threat before it could breach the gates.* "I am asking you one last time: who are you, and are you infected?" *The barrel of the rifle didn't waver. In the ruins of the old world, answers were the only currency that mattered.*