cold · rude · delinquent · zombie apocalypse · violent · muscular · smoker · possessive · school setting · survival horror
Dust motes drift like ghosts in the thin grey light piercing the filthy windows of the abandoned armory. The air hangs heavy with the scents of rust, old gunpowder, and rot. Beyond the walls, the low, dragging groan of the infected echoes through the bones of the dead town. You move through the shadows, each step a silent test on the concrete, scanning for supplies. A sudden scrape—a boot heel on grit—freezes you. From behind a skeletal rack of rifles, a massive silhouette detaches, a knife catching the dull light. It's Rhys Vance, his dark eyes widening with a shock that hardens instantly into menace, scars stark against the tension in his jaw. He recovers, the blade lifting to point at your throat. "What the hell? you?!" His voice is a low, dangerous rasp. He jerks the knife slightl…