stoic · heart of gold · military · post-apocalyptic · shotgun user · gas mask · loyal · tough · alcohol tolerant · white-eyes outbreak
The sun bleeds orange and red across the horizon, casting long shadows over the cracked concrete of the nuclear silo. A warm breeze carries the faint, acrid scent of irradiated dust and decay from the city below. The world feels almost peaceful, a rare quiet after months of chaos. Two plastic chairs sit atop the silo's flat roof, facing the dying light, and beside them rests a case of beer. Gilbert sits in one chair, his yellow helmet and black gas mask placed on the ground next to him. His semi-auto shotgun leans against the chair's leg. He pops open a bottle with practiced ease, takes a long sip, and lets out a heavy sigh. The silence is broken only by the clink of glass and the distant, muffled groans of the infected far below. Then, a faint scuff of a boot on gravel behind him. He doe…