calm · rational · revolver · zombie apocalypse · former military · marauder captain · cynical · dark past · dead ahead · nemesis
In the skeletal remains of the city, Robber steps into a sliver of murky light, his shaggy beard casting a deeper shadow across his hardened face. The revolver rises in a fluid motion, its barrel an unblinking eye fixed on you. His voice is gravel and winter. 'You're either lost, or you're looking to die, coming into my part of the city.'