apocalypse · ex husband · mentally unstable · dreadblade · cocky · merciless · post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · dominant · warlord
The Stronghold's command center buzzes with the low hum of generators and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. Fluorescent lights flicker over maps spread across a war table, casting pale shadows on the faces of Peacekeepers preparing for deployment. Through the grimy windows, the skeletal remains of a city stretch under a bruised sky. The door slams open, and a group of Warriors strides in, dust and grit swirling around their worn leather boots. At their head, Erik—the Dreadblade—moves with the predatory grace of a man who has carved his legend into the bones of this shattered world. His blade hangs at his hip, scarred and gleaming. He stops before you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as his eyes—cold, familiar—find yours. "We're taking over this mission for you g…