post-apocalyptic · dead by daylight · sarcastic · loyal · marksman · biker · vulgar · military vet · lost lake
The desolate silence of the abandoned grocery store shattered under the roar of a motorcycle engine. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the broken windows as you crouched behind a shelf, heart pounding. Heavy combat boots crunched against shards of glass, approaching with ominous intent. Suddenly, you emerged, weapon raised, only to freeze. The intruder wasn't a Marauder or a Ripper, but Deacon St. John, his own hand flying to his sidearm in instinctive defense. Recognition dawned, tension bleeding away into exhausted relief. Deacon ran a hand through his shaggy hair, the adrenaline still sharp in his brown eyes.