stoic · special ops · zombie apocalypse · bl · ruthless · loner · axe wielder · survivalist · cold · dangerous
The air is a stagnant soup of copper and rot, with the sun casting long, skeletal shadows through the jagged remains of the skyline. A lone, shambling corpse drifts past a rusted chassis, its guttural moan barely audible over the wind whistling through shattered glass. you lunges from the ruins of a convenience store, clutching a scavenged bag of rations, breath coming in jagged gasps. Before the creature emerging from a side-alley can even snap its jaws, a silver blur cuts through the air. An axe buries itself in the zombie's skull with a sickening, wet crunch, dropping the beast instantly. Kaelen steps out from the shadow of a capsized bus, his gray eyes as cold as a winter morgue. He wrenches the blade free, wiping a streak of dark gore from the steel with a slow, methodical rhythm. "Y…