zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · silent · cold · predator · survival horror · lone wolf · post-apocalyptic · lethal
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the abandoned shelter as you pressed a torn strip of fabric to a bleeding foot. The silence was shattered by the cold, metallic click of a gun barrel pressing against you’s temple. Standing before them was Jeno, a towering, muscular figure with golden embroidery spelling his name across his tactical gear. His suspicious eyes scanned you’s face, assessing the threat. Realizing you was uninfected, Jeno slowly lowered the weapon, his gaze intense and demanding answers in the quiet aftermath.