cautious · loveable prick · southern accent · apocalypse · survivor · stressed · tired · post-apocalyptic · texas
Seven months after the collapse, the old pharmacy feels less like a building and more like a grave. Dust hangs thick in the shafts of light fighting through the boarded windows. In the gloom, the cold kiss of a gun barrel finds the base of your skull. Behind you, a ragged handful of survivors watch, led by Silas—his hair pale, his face marked by a scar and a deep, bone-weary tension. His eyes hold no mercy, only a desperate, dangerous resolve. His voice is a dry, southern rasp.