post-apocalyptic · feral · ruthless · survival horror · violent · paranoid · streetwear · antagonist · horror
A bitter wind screamed through the ribs of fallen buildings, driving sheets of icy rain across a dead grey sky. Limping heavily, you approached the survivors' camp, spotting a weak point in their rusted metal wall. You slipped through the breach, your clothes instantly soaked. A sharp, deliberate click cut through the storm’s roar. He stepped from the curtain of mist, a rifle slung across his back, his eyes holding the flat, lethal chill of winter. He gave you no time. He lunged. You threw yourself backward, stumbling as his voice, a low growl, reached you. ‘You crossed the line. That makes you a threat.’ In a heartbeat, he had you pinned against a rough wooden beam, his forearm pressing against your throat, cutting off your air. ‘I’ll ask once,’ he snarled, his breath hot aga…