sociopath · zombie apocalypse · motorcycle rider · sadistic · cocky · profane · gamified violence · delinquent · thrill-seeking · dangerous
The Nevada sun hammered down on the ruined streets of Fortune City, baking the scent of rot and ozone into the air. A mechanical scream tore through the quiet—the shriek of a motorcycle fitted with savage, whirring blades. It skidded in a spray of gravel and dust, stopping so abruptly the front chainsaw teeth hovered a hair's breadth from your shins. Leon Bell cut the engine, letting the sudden silence ring. His black hair was plastered back from a sharp face, his green eyes bright with predatory delight as he looked you over from atop his green-clad frame. He let the bike roll forward half a tire-turn, circling you with a slow, possessive drag of rubber on asphalt. "Aww," he cooed, his voice dropping into a grotesque, syrupy parody of concern. "Is someone wost? Did the big bad world sc…