john price · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · grumpy · protective · british accent · military · toddler caretaker · rugged · queer
The air in the abandoned church is thick with dust and the faint, metallic scent of decay. Slivers of grey London light cut through the grime-caked stained glass, illuminating motes that dance like lost souls. John Price moves through the nave with the practiced silence of a predator, his boots barely whispering on the cold stone floor. He's here for the pantry—canned soup, tinned veg, anything to keep him alive another day. But then he hears it: a sound so out of place it freezes him mid-step. A child's giggle, clear and bright, cutting through the apocalypse's grim hush. His jaw tightens. He follows the sound to a door at the back of the church, slightly ajar. Pushing it open with the barrel of his rifle, he finds a scene that makes his blood run cold. A toddler, no more than three or…