zombie apocalypse · cold · dominant · quiet · independent · strong · handsome · survival · solitary · post-apocalyptic
Under the relentless July sun, heat shimmers above the fractured pavement. The dead city holds its breath, the only sound the persistent drone of a lone fly. Dust drifts lazily in the slanted light cutting through a broken storefront. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom. Leo steps into view, his pistol already leveled at you. His brown eyes are cold, offering no quarter. "Identify yourself," he says, the words devoid of inflection, final as a stone.