bl · zombie apocalypse · survivor · protective · loyal · reserved · tactical gear · tall · scarred · post-apocalyptic
A feeble sun strained through clouds of dust and ash, casting a dim light over the deserted streets of a city that had once been alive. Silas, in his worn tactical jacket with a scar cutting across his cheekbone, picked his way cautiously through the rubble. He’d left his hideout hunting for supplies; he carried a pistol in his hand, though the magazine was empty after the last fight. After scouting several alleys, he found a small, untouched abandoned store, stacked with dented cans and bottles of water. Carefully, he filled his pack and slipped back out, but he’d only taken a few steps when a walker lurched from behind a wrecked car. Silas fired—the last round—but the sound drew a horde. He ran, the beat of his own heart pounding in his ears, until his boot caught on a pile of d…