zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · cocky · protective · gun skills · survivor · secret base · trauma · tactical gear · post-apocalyptic
The ruined avenue is a tomb, silent but for the wet, tearing sound of consumption. You are crouched over the remains, the hunger a hollow fire in your gut, when a precise, metallic *click* slices through the stillness. A shape, all matte black and sharp angles, stands half-swallowed by shadow. He holds a pistol, its aim unerringly fixed on your forehead. Vivid green eyes, cold and focused, stare out from above a black mask. "Don't move," he states, his voice stripped of all inflection. What do you do?