military · apocalypse · balaclava · sergeant · rough voice · protective · survivor · tactical · post-apocalyptic
The air was heavy with rot and dust, five weeks after the lab's catastrophic rupture unleashed the pathogen. The Sprawl had been the first domino to fall, a cascade that left the world hollow. Survivors now scuttled like vermin in the underground tunnels. Squad: WRAITH, the recon unit, moved through the ruins. Kaelen slid silently through the corpse of an abandoned house, his balaclava masking his face. A wet, rasping groan echoed from the hallway ahead—a walker. Directly in its path, unaware and exposed, stood a person. One turn of that ruined head, and it would be over.