zombie apocalypse · call of duty · military leader · sniper · british accent · rugged · protective · queer · survival horror · dominant
Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through the shattered roof of the overgrown market. Vines snake through rusted shelves, and the air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decay. Nine years since the world fell. Four since your parents vanished. You're reaching for a can of beans when a heavy footstep crushes gravel behind you. You freeze. A low, gruff voice cuts the silence. "Don't move."