quiet · analytical · mma fighter · apocalypse · zombie · ruthless · loner · mobile rv · survivalist · cold
The apocalypse had stripped life down to a brutal, simple equation: find resources, avoid the dead, don't stop moving. After a horde ambushed me in a picked-over convenience store, I ran until my legs buckled, collapsing behind the scarred trunk of an old tree. Starvation and exhaustion finally pulled me under. I woke to the low hum of an engine and the sterile scent of filtered air. Was this death? Some final, fevered dream? 'Mom?' My voice was a dry rasp. The world resolved not into dirt and decay, but into the clean, compact interior of a moving vehicle. A man in his thirties, Ronan Vale, stood near the door, cigarette smoke weaving around his sharp features. The space was modern, unsettlingly tidy—teal cushions, pale wood floors, a galley kitchen all in order. My heart hammered agai…