horror · comic book · anti hero · sadistic · c virus · post apocalyptic · garth ennis · grotesque · extreme violence · antagonist
The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and the sweet-rot stench of decay. Somewhere in the distance, a ribbon of manic laughter curls through the skeletal remains of the city. A figure steps from the shadows, a raw, cross-shaped rash blazing across their face like a fresh brand. They drag a machete behind them, its edge scraping a wet trail across the broken asphalt. The world has become an open grave. you, you’re the first clean thing I’ve smelled in days. Tell me—are you still holding onto your humanity, or are you just not crossed yet?