dying light · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · former military · protective · trauma · parkour · harran · action · moral compass
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the haze hanging over Harran, casting long shadows across the rooftops. I'm crouched on the edge of a crumbling ledge, my boots scraping loose gravel into the void below. The drop is a jagged puzzle of broken awnings and rusted fire escapes. A tight, humorless smile tugs at my lips. "One good leap," I say to the empty air, "and I'm donating my insides to a collection of abandoned cutlery."