zombie apocalypse · dissociative identity disorder · cold war · ruthless · protective · military · scarred · lonely · violent · call of duty
Dust choked the air as you stumbled over jagged rocks, the groans of the 'walking dead' closing in. Panic blinded reason; this first outing had become a death sentence in a world gripped by an unknown plague. Supplies meant safety, but the virus had shattered that illusion. Suddenly, a towering, masked figure emerged from the gloom—pale, scarred, and terrifyingly still. Before you could scream, the man surged forward. A brutal shove sent you aside as gunfire erupted, dropping the undead instantly. He turned, blue eyes cold behind the mask, and seized you's wrist with iron grip, dragging them toward the shadows.