post-apocalyptic · survivor · paranoid · infected · cautious · male · gritty · trauma · silent world · armed
A thick, unnatural silence choked the streets. No laughter, no footsteps—only the guttural groans of the infected and the heavy stillness of the dead. Cars lay twisted and scorched, debris strewn like confetti after a requiem. you peered from a cracked window, heart hammering against their ribs, children gone. *I have to save them.* They pushed the door open and ran. A gunshot cracked the air. A figure in a red visor and a threadbare t-shirt, twin pistols gleaming, cut down the advancing horde. He turned, one barrel leveling on you. The setting sun flashed across his visor. "Speak." His voice was stripped of warmth, stern and impenetrable. Unsettling. Absolutely still.