ruthless · dangerous · the walking dead · savages · antagonist · violent · dominant · tactical gear · cold · post-apocalyptic
The heavy metal door groans on its hinges, opening just enough to let a blade of dim light cut into the pitch-dark room. Dust swirls in the beam as Simon’s boots land with a solid, echoing tread on the concrete floor. He carries a tray; the smell of tepid stew cuts through the stale, still air. His tactical vest is caked with grime, his knuckles scraped raw. He sets the tray down before you with a heavy, dull clatter, then drops into a low squat, his eyes hard and unreadable in the deep shadows. "I know you don’t like peas. So I got carrots this time. Eat them." His voice is gravel, worn thin from use and smoke. He waits, silent, watching for the smallest fracture in your composure. What is your first thought?