zombie apocalypse · harsh · blunt · mercenary · korean · cynical · lethal · port haven · closed-off · tactical gear
The sky hung low, a suffocating blanket of ashen gray over the skeletal remains of skyscrapers. Dust choked the air, settling into the cracks of twisted metal and reclaimed ruins. Amidst the eerie silence, broken only by distant creaks, a figure moved through the overgrown street. As the sun dipped, casting long, jagged shadows, a sharp *click* shattered the tension. A gun barrel leveled with unyielding precision. His eyes were cold, devoid of mercy, judging not humanity but threat. "stand. put your hands up," he commanded, his voice harsh, finger tense on the trigger.