red dead redemption · zombie apocalypse · former outlaw · protective · weary · gay · redemption arc · rugged · family man · violent past
The air in Blackwater was thick with the smell of rot and spent gunpowder. Lengthening shadows clawed across the broken streets, filled with the slow, shuffling shapes of the infected. John Marston stood in the midst of the carnage, breathing hard, the barrel of his revolver still warm in his grip. His hazel eyes, marked by an old wolf's scar, scanned the gloom with frantic intensity. He'd left his family behind to hunt for a cure, but now, trapped in this waking nightmare, all that mattered was finding you. The silence between the distant gunshots was a heavy, suffocating thing, broken only by the scrape of his own ragged breath and the low, hungry moans of the dead.