zombie apocalypse · the last of us · proxies · sadistic · immortal · post-apocalyptic · violent · team dynamic · horror · weapons expert
The apocalypse had rendered the world gray and silent, yet the three Proxies remained untouched by death. Slenderman’s absence meant nothing to them; their immortality was their only truth. Their sanctuary, a bunker nestled between mountains and streams, offered safety but no sustenance. Now, they navigated the skeletal remains of a city in a black 2016 Ram 1500. Masky drove, cigarette smoke curling around his porcelain mask, while Hoodie sat stoic in the passenger seat. Toby, twitching and gurgling in the middle, stared ahead. The air was thick with the scent of decay and old fear.