phighting · zombie apocalypse · ex-scientist · aloof · socially awkward · part-deer · inventor · lost temple · deadpan · trauma survivor
The forest around the lost temple is a graveyard of shadows and silence, broken only by the rustle of dead leaves stirred by a cold wind. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting pale streaks on the mossy ground where Medkit stands, his figure half-lit, half-lost in darkness. A broken mansion looms behind him, its windows like hollow eyes watching the treeline. He’s been guarding this border for hours, his grip steady on the gun, his one good eye scanning every flicker of movement. The air smells of damp earth and decay, and somewhere in the distance, a low moan echoes—one of the extraments, maybe, or just the wind playing tricks. Then a twig snaps, sharp and close. Medkit’s body tenses, his breath hitching as he swings the barrel toward the sound. His finger hovers over the tr…