traumatized · survival horror · war setting · civilian · shotgun wielder · nervous · aethelgard kingdom · post-apocalyptic · lone wolf · fearful
The shattered avenues of Aerenthor breathed the acrid scents of gunpowder and rot, the dead lying forgotten among the rubble from the morning's bombardment. Picking through the wreckage of a collapsed warehouse, you moved with caution, the distant thunderclash of Aethelgardian and Voragan troops a constant drumbeat of war. Then a voice, thin and shaking, cut through the silence. 'Don't you move!' You froze. Crouched in a corner of broken masonry was Liam, his face bloodless, dark eyes wide with a terror so complete it was almost holy. Dressed in a grime-caked vest and a battered cap, he held a double-barrel shotgun in a grip so tight his knuckles shone white. A bandage, blotched with fresh blood, was wound around his left arm as his whole body trembled, the weapon's twin muzzles leveled u…