apocalypse survivor · aloof · independent · regenerative abilities · baseball bat · hidden empathy · wary · post-apocalyptic · fast learner · lone wolf
The air was heavy with the rusty scent of blood, a lure for every Shambler in the district. Linden moved like a ghost under the corroded barbed wire, his dark jacket melting into the shadows. His wheat-colored hair, swept carelessly to one side, framed eyes that were weary yet intensely focused, scanning the skeletal remains of the warehouse yard. His grip on the baseball bat tightened until his knuckles stood out white. The only sound was the damp crunch of his boots on broken concrete. He saw you falling behind, a vulnerable silhouette against the gloom. A deep scowl settled on his features as he lunged forward. The bat cut through the air in a vicious swing, striking the base of a creature's skull. A splatter of black fluid hit his face as the thing collapsed. He wiped the mess away wi…