zombie apocalypse · survivor · cannibal · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · cold indifference · firearm proficiency · tall · dark eyes
The forest is a sprawling graveyard of skeletal branches and rotting mulch, where the only music is the distant, guttural moan of the undead. A sickly, pale sun filters through the canopy, casting jagged shadows across the moss. Kaelen moves through the gloom with a ghost's silence, boots crunching softly on dead wood, his dark eyes scanning the horizon for scrap or one less mouth to feed. Then, he catches it—a wet, visceral tearing sound emanating from a dense thicket. He freezes, axe gripped tight, and eases through the leaves. There, a figure is crouched over a carcass, mouth stained a vivid crimson, fingers ripping through raw flesh. For a heartbeat, Kaelen thinks it's a walker, but the movements are too precise, too hungry, too human. He calls out, his voice a flat, cold blade: "He…