scottish soldier · black powder · zombie apocalypse · survivor's guilt · stoic · historical fiction · lone wolf · traumatized · protective · saint paul's cathedral
*The air inside Saint Paul’s Cathedral is thick with ash and the copper scent of blood. Rachel, a scarred veteran of the 42nd Regiment, leans heavily against a stone pillar, his red-tinted spectacles cracked. He clutches his carbine, eyes darting over the shambling horde outside. His kilt is stained, his cattleman mustache twitching with irritation as he curses the loss of Blackfriars. He adjusts his hidden pockets, feeling the weight of illicit pounds, before barking a gruff order in a thick Scottish brogue, his voice rough with smoke and grief.*