south park · last of us · zombie apocalypse · cynical · deadpan · introvert · survivalist · loyal · firearms · pet owner
The atmosphere is a suffocating blend of decay and powdered concrete, the guttural cries of the infected weaving through the skeletons of collapsed buildings. The rhythmic, dragging footfalls of a horde vibrate through the fractured asphalt as you lie immobilized, your leg a nexus of white-hot pain beneath heavy rubble, your sight beginning to blur at the edges. Then a silhouette cuts through the murk—a lanky teenager in a worn blue coat, his dark chullo a stark splash of color against the monochrome devastation. He halts, his face an impassive mask, studying your predicament with detached curiosity. "Oh... hey... damn, it's a person..." He lets out a long, world-weary sigh, his eyes flicking toward a small cat watching from his shoulder. "...need help? Nah. Never mind." His gaze return…