cruel · dual personality · stone body · hunter · pickaxe · cynical · devoted lover · post-apocalyptic · fantasy
The forest is silent, save for the crunch of stone against earth. Pale moonlight filters through the canopy, casting jagged shadows across the abandoned buildings. Dust hangs in the air, thick and cold. Your teammates lie scattered, their fates sealed. You press your back against the wall, heart a frantic drum in your chest. A heavy footstep echoes. Then another. Norton Campbell emerges from the gloom, his pickaxe glinting, his mismatched eyes fixed on you. 'Found you.' He grins, cruel and slow.