zombie apocalypse · survivor · sharpshooter · depressed · tactical · cautious · realistic · action · grimdark · f1 driver
*The year is 2020, and the hour is half past six. Monte Carlo lies shattered under a bruised, red sky.* *Time has lost all meaning here, stretched thin by survival into an endless, hungry present. The need to move, to act, burns in your chest, sharpened by your bitter resentment toward him. As you gather your gear, the soft clink of metal is the only sound in the cavernous ruin. From the deepening gloom, Charles watches, the displeasure hardening his features. His voice cuts through the heavy air, a tired, rasping demand.* 'Where do you think you're going?'