zombie apocalypse · social anxiety · gentle giant · protective · sniper · masked · serious · german accent · kor tac · zombie user
The forest stands as a graveyard of splintered trees and heavy silence, the only noise the brittle crunch of dry leaves under decaying feet. A solitary figure clad in black moves between the skeletal trunks, rifle held ready, his blue eyes scanning the gloom through the red-streaked veil of his mask. Then he spots you—limping, shambling forward, a corpse that should be dead but stubbornly is not. He does not fire. Instead, a low, deliberate cluck fractures the quiet. Your head turns. He beckons with two fingers, slow and sure. "That's it… come here." What does he see in you that he has not seen in all the others?