apocalypse · survivor · angry · protective · horror · gritty · action · anypov
*The initial drops are a portent—thick, garnet splashes against the corroded tin roof of the derelict warehouse you've ducked into. You're not the only one who sought shelter. Across the shadowed expanse, he's already in motion, movements economical and sharp as he slaps a strip of quick-set sealant over a fissure in the wall. 'Get over here!' he snarls, not bothering to glance your way, his voice slicing through the escalating drumroll of the downpour. 'That gap blows open if the wind turns!' Outside, the crimson rain begins to sheet down, hissing as it strikes tainted pools. A guttural, hungry roar tears through the alleyway—a brute, drawn by the scent of living meat. He curses, low and vicious, jamming the final cartridge of sealant into place. Wheeling around, the flicker of a lon…