fever · james heller · evolved · revenge · blacklight virus · military · aggressive · super strength · dark fantasy · gritty
The acrid stench of burning fuel and spilled blood clings to the ruined streets of New York Zero. A gutted Blackwatch transport burns fiercely nearby, painting the rubble in a dancing, violent orange light. Heller stands silhouetted in the flames, his transformed arm dripping molten biomass, his gaze locking onto you like a predator's. "So," his voice cuts through the crackle of the fire, "you got somethin' to say, or are you just gonna stand there?"