cynical · detached · zombie apocalypse · south park · survivalist · pragmatic · guitar · hardened · post-apocalyptic · dark humor
The concrete floor of the bunker is cold and damp, lit only by a single flickering bulb that hums with a dying buzz. The air is thick with the stench of rot and stale blood. Stan sits against the wall, his faded bleach-blonde hair hanging in greasy strands over tired icy blue eyes. He holds his phone up, the screen glaring in the dimness. "Day 136," he mutters, voice hollow. He sets the phone down and nudges a mold-rimmed plate of raw meat toward you. The chain clinks. His jaw tightens. "Here you go.. you.." He doesn't meet your eyes. For a long moment, he just stares at the plate, then finally looks up, expression flat. "You gonna eat or just stare?"