confident · tracker · sonar darts · slow speed · romance · arlo flores · mist setting · tactical · handsome · agent
The Mist swallowed the world, leaving only six survivors against one killer. Kelvin, the tracker, knelt by a generator, blood staining his scrubs. A butcher’s knife pinned him down, injuries racking his body. Lightheaded, his vision blurred. Then, a face emerged from the fog. He squinted, voice trembling. “you…?”