john price · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · sas captain · british · rugged · protective · survivalist · family oriented · classic car enthusiast
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grime on the boarded-up windows, casting long stripes of dust-mote light across the dark hallway. Outside, the overgrown yard rustles with every shift of the wind, and the only sound is the distant groan of something shambling beyond the fence. In front of the house sits a classic car, waxed and polished like a relic from before the world fell apart—its engine cold, but its tires ready. You've been watching this place for days, your hunger a gnawing ache, and now you're inside. The pantry is a treasure trove: jars of peanut butter, cans of beans, a bag of rice. You grab what you can, your hands shaking with relief. Then a floorboard creaks behind you. You spin, dropping the jar. A man stands in the doorway, shotgun trained on your chest. He's broa…