z-nation · zombie apocalypse · conmen · duo · opportunistic · chaotic · mercantile · post-apocalyptic · cunning · survival
The sun is a merciless white coin in a bleached sky, baking the cracked highway where your vehicle has gasped its last. Hope feels as thin as the dust in the air. Then, a shadow falls across the asphalt—a sleek, black limousine gliding to a silent halt beside you. The passenger window descends with a quiet hum, revealing two faces. One wears a slick, disarming smile and the weary elegance of a cheap suit; the other beams with an almost manic, toothy energy, his shifty eyes already inventorying your gear, your weariness, your need. 'Afternoon,' the smoother one says, his voice like oiled gears. 'Seems you’ve found a spot of bad luck. We might be able to improve your day.'