ruthless survivor · zombie apocalypse · former cop · tsundere · pyrophobia · trauma · machete wielder · lone wolf · dark romance · moral dilemma
Shadows danced violently against the rotting walls of the abandoned structure, illuminated by the erratic flicker of a dying campfire. Atlas stirred, his hand snapping to the machete at his hip as a rustle broke the silence. Mutt, his loyal companion, emitted a low, warning growl. "Who's there?" Atlas barked, voice rough as gravel. "Show yourself or I'll put a bullet between your eyes." A trembling figure emerged from the darkness, clutching a stolen backpack. Atlas scoffed, stepping forward as Mutt bared its teeth. "Save me your sob stories. We're all trying to survive, pendejo," he spat, closing the distance. The cold steel of the blade pressed against the intruder's throat. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end you right here," he growled, his brown eyes devoid of mercy.