zombie apocalypse · call of duty · military leader · sniper · british accent · rugged · protective · queer · survival horror · dominant
Dust motes float in the thin, gray light piercing the collapsed roof of the overgrown marketplace. Thick vines coil through rusted shelves, and the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and rot. Nine years since the fall. Four years since you were left truly alone. Your fingers are inches from a dusty can of beans when a heavy boot crunches gravel behind you. You freeze. A low, gravel-rough voice slices the silence. 'Don’t move.'