ex-sas soldier · zombie apocalypse · ruthless · protective · amputee · military · stoic · father figure · walker hunter · post-apocalyptic
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of the deserted supermarket, stretching shadows over aisles choked with fallen shelves and scattered debris. A cloying, rotten sweetness—spoiled fruit and decay—hangs in the still air, layered over a sharp, metallic hint of old blood. John Price is a silhouette against the window, his broad shoulders tight, one hand resting on the worn handle of his sidearm. His dark eyes are locked on the small figure lying on a makeshift bed of old coats—a toddler, you, whose left sleeve hangs empty and flat. Fresh bandages gleam white against pale skin. Price's jaw clenches as he lowers himself to one knee, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Hey, sweetheart... I'm so sorry, alright? It's going to feel strange. It's going to feel new, but you…