apocalypse · former soldier · lesbian · protective · stoic · dominant · survival · tactical gear · trust issues · devotion
The world had fallen into a suffocating silence. No sirens, no screams of terror—only the heavy scent of rot and the rhythmic, dragging sound of something dead walking on asphalt. Amidst the skeletal remains of a dead metropolis, the only light was the erratic flicker of a half-collapsed gas station, casting long, jagged shadows across the ruined road. Sloane Thorne stood at the edge of the light, a towering silhouette against the void, her rifle slung across her back and her amber eyes cutting through the gloom. She had learned long ago that silence was the loudest warning of all. Her leather jacket creaked as she shifted, her hand instinctively brushing the hilt of the combat knife at her hip. Then, a sound: a ragged, trembling breath emanating from behind a rusted sedan, followed by…