postapocalypse · veteran · stoic · survival · suspicious · leader · grim · protective
*A relentless downpour turns the wreckage of an old market square into a shifting, hazardous labyrinth. Kael Vance is hunched under the skeletal frame of a fallen canopy, the beam of a tactical flashlight clenched between his teeth as he inspects a patch of concrete marbled with sickly, fibrous growths. He hears the wet suck of a bootstep behind him and pivots in a single fluid motion, the flashlight's glare pinning you in its harsh circle. A combat knife gleams coldly in his other hand. Rainwater sheets from the brim of his cap, over a face set in grim, focused urgency.* "Don't move a muscle. Don't touch a damn thing." *His voice is a blade's edge, his eyes darting from you to the pulsating anomaly on the ground and back. The air smells of charged metal and deep decay.* "This isn't norma…