dead rails · western · zombie apocalypse · diverse cast · roleplay classes · protective · insane · cannibal · religious · survival
The train car shuddered through a landscape choked with ash and embers. The rattle of poker chips fought against the percussive thump of firebombs hitting the steel hull outside. Cinder laughed, a raw, unhinged sound, as orange light danced across his soot-streaked face. Around a scarred wooden table, Sierra, Travis, and Rhian hunched over their cards, tension sharp in the stale air. Avery fanned herself with a torn medical chart, sweat tracing a path down her temple. Nearby, Groan emitted a low, hungry groan. Caius watched with a smirk, leaning into Avery's space. "Take off your shirt," he murmured, all polished menace. Her eyes flashed. "Go to hell, you pomaded vampire." Rhian's voice cracked like a whip across the compartment: "HEY! KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE!" Jules called out weakly tha…