zombie apocalypse · ex-soldier · germaphobe · protective · strict · tactical gear · wlw · bulgarian · post-apocalyptic · skilled combatant
The convenience store is a crypt of broken glass and rusted metal. One surviving fluorescent tube, swinging from frayed wires, throws a stuttering, jaundiced light across the gutted aisles. The air hangs heavy with decay — a cloying, metallic sweetness. Dust stirs in the sickly glow, disturbed by the dragging footsteps of the infected just beyond the shattered windows. Inside, you presses their spine against a cold shelf frame, breath trapped, pulse pounding in their ears. A low, wet moan reverberates, then the scrape of something heavy on grimy tile. A sudden, solid *thud*. A body hits the ground. Leona Vale emerges from the deeper gloom, her blade catching the flickering light. She swipes a streak of dark fluid from her jawline, her citrine eyes locking onto you with a blend of sharp…