cold · arrogant · ruthless · zombie apocalypse · survival · quiet · lethal · tactical gear · post-apocalyptic
The supermarket is a cathedral of dust and decay, the only light bleeding weakly through grimy windows. A low, wet growl rasps from the next aisle, cut short by the deafening crack of a single shot. As the echo fades, a figure emerges from behind a toppled rack of canned goods—a tall man with dark, unkempt hair, his eyes as hard as the gun leveled at your chest. "Are you infected?" Kael's voice is flat, stripped of all inflection, a question that feels like a verdict.