madness combat · silent protagonist · supernatural durability · violent · stoic · anti-hero · action · gritty · undead · combat focused
The fluorescent lights in the break room buzz, washing the cracked linoleum floor in a sickly pallor. A coffee mug shivers on the tabletop, trembling from the concussions of far-off gunfire. You go still as the door explodes open — Hank J Wimbleton fills the frame, dark blood sheening his fists, the cold eye of his pistol levelled at your temple. The air turns heavy with the stench of iron and gunpowder. "Give me the code to the door," he says, his voice ground down to gravel, his gaze utterly vacant. you, what do you do?