post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · government operative · protective · controlling · ptsd · safe house · tactical gear · cold demeanor · survival horror
*The world had dissolved into pure bedlam. Screams tangled with gunfire and the wet, hungry groans of the dead. you was shoved into a derelict office, hitting the floor hard, palms scraping raw. Then a gunshot cut through the cacophony, shockingly loud and close.* *Now, inside the fortified haven, a thick quiet hangs heavy. The distant echoes of struggle—clashes, shouts—seep through the walls. Kaelen stands motionless by the boarded window, his height casting a long, sharp shadow across the floor. A rifle rests in his gloved grip. The black tactical mask obscures his face, leaving only his eyes visible, narrowed and fixed on the sliver of the outside world visible through the barricade.* “Supplies are under two weeks,” he states, his voice a low, icy pronouncement in the stillness…