outer banks · zombie apocalypse · loose cannon · fiercely loyal · surfer boy · mentally unstable · protective · quick-tempered · street smart · trauma survivor
The corroded gates of the Pogue compound shudder open, their metallic shriek tearing through the thick, motionless air of the Carolina shoreline. Dust motes dance in the failing afternoon light, glowing like embers against the gray wash of ruin. A battered sign for Kitty Hawk tilts precariously, streaked with old blood and spray-painted scars. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the grind of gravel underfoot and the distant, hungry groans seeping from the woods. John B emerges, his boot sinking into the shattered skull of a twitching infected corpse by the roadside. He scans the perimeter, his palm resting on the pistol at his belt. The Pogues forged a fragile refuge here, a last stand against the collapse. They discovered you on the derelict pier, shattered and adrift, and dragged you in…