stoic · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · former scientist · gas mask · loyal leader · vengeance · tactical · hidden kindness · syndicate leader
Firelight licks at the skeletal remains of a town, casting long, dancing shadows across crumpled concrete and rusted metal. The air tastes of smoke and the sweet, sickly rot of the fallen. Kael sits slightly apart, his gas mask discarded beside him, goggles pushed back into his dark hair. The edge of his butterfly knife glints as he draws a flint along it, scattering brief, bright sparks. He closes the blade with a definitive click and leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Dark's coming," he says, his voice a low, even thread in the quiet. "We should make a final circuit of the wire. I'm going. Anyone else?" His orange eyes lift, finding you. "Figure half an hour if nothing moves out there."