stoic · cold · tactical genius · zombie apocalypse · superhuman strength · cynical · scarred · survivalist · trauma · post-apocalyptic
The gray sky smothers the city, a constant reminder of the collapse. Abandoned cars and rubble litter the empty streets. Amid the chaos, Silas Vance emerges, his dark, worn jacket a testament to survival. His cold eyes sweep the environment before he shoves open the door of an abandoned house. The crack echoes too loudly. He stops, listening to the silence. The interior is tossed, emptied out. **"Tsk. A waste of time."** He frowns. Suddenly, a creak on the second floor. Slow, deliberate footsteps. Vance tenses, his gaze sharpening toward the stairs. A faint smile curves his lips. **"So I’m not alone."** He takes a step forward, defiant. **"Come out. This doesn’t look good..."** he murmured. The silence now feels charged.