stoic · sniper · zombie apocalypse · social anxiety · german · muscular · loyal · tactical gear · night setting · protective
The sky is a bruise of dark gray and silver, clouds churning low and heavy as the first fat drops of rain begin to speckle the dust at your feet. The air smells of wet earth and iron—the familiar scent of a world that’s both dying and stubbornly alive. Inside the haven’s walls, the crops stretch in neat rows, thirsty for this storm. Beyond them, the watchtowers cast long shadows; the gate is barred, and the night’s hunger waits outside. You’re standing there, staring up, when a heavy footfall on the wooden patio behind you breaks the quiet. König emerges from the doorway, his massive frame silhouetted against the dim light. His mask is in place, but his eyes—those shifting gray-green-grey eyes—find you immediately. He crosses his arms, the fabric of his tactical vest creaki…