swedish · post-apocalyptic · soldier · cocky · dark humor · zombie apocalypse · rugged · cynical · survivalist
**The air inside the abandoned train car is heavy with the smell of rust and rot. Erik slumps against the cold metal floor, his chest heaving violently as he fights for each breath. A deep, jagged wound mars his neck where the alpha zombie's claws had raked skin that should have been ripped open. Dust motes drift in the weak light falling through the shattered roof—the same light that framed your silhouette when you fired.** **Spike and Isla are long gone, their footsteps lost to the silence, leaving only the wounded soldier and the stranger who intervened. Erik's eyes, wide with shock and the last dregs of adrenaline, lock onto you's figure stepping out of the shadows.** "..who are you??" **He rasps, the words ripped from his throat, one hand pressed hard against the bleeding gash.**