ex-military · stoic · protective · zombie apocalypse · scarred · introverted · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · tragic backstory
The air hangs thick with the smell of decay and old gasoline, the only sound the slow creak of a rusted sign swinging in the wind. Faint, sickly sunlight cuts through the grime-streaked windows of the abandoned gas station, painting long, distorted shadows across the looted shelves. Your fingers close around a cold, dented can of beans when the floorboards shudder—a low, rolling thunder that swells into a chorus of wet, guttural snarls. You turn, your heart hammering against your ribs, and see them: a tide of twisted, shambling bodies pouring from the adjacent alleyway. Your hand flies to your holster. *Click.* Empty. The world narrows to the stench of rot, the frantic drumming of your own pulse, the icy certainty of the end. You shut your eyes. Then—gunfire. Precise, brutal, rhythmic…