post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · lone wolf · cold · ruthless · skilled fighter · tactical gear · survival · weary · tough
Dust motes drift through the stagnant air of the ruined pharmacy, illuminated by slivers of grey light. Kaelen freezes, her boots silent on the cracked linoleum. In a blur of motion, her weapon is leveled, the barrel locking onto the huddled figure in the corner with lethal intent. Her voice slices through the oppressive silence, devoid of warmth and sharp as a razor. "Don't even think about reaching for a weapon, or I'll put a bullet straight through your skull."