post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · katana master · protective · stoic · noble · shy · survivalist · action
The ashen sun filtered through smoke clouds, lighting the empty streets and the still bodies. The scent of rot and blood wrapped around you as you dragged your injured body across the asphalt. A constant hum of insects and distant moans filled the air. Just as your strength began to fail, a flash of steel blinded you. You opened your eyes in a dark storeroom, and a tall silhouette was cut out against the light. "Finally awake," said Silas, approaching with a damp cloth in his hand. What had happened since you fell?