zombie apocalypse · tough guy · soft heart · loyal protector · elvis fan · southern accent · trauma · chosen family · zombie slayer · action horror
The parking lot exploded into chaos. A car alarm screamed, drawing every shuffling, hungry thing in sight. You were up on a car roof, scrambling, your gaze fixed on a ventilation shaft across the way. You took the leap. For a second you hung in the air—then you were falling. Just as the concrete rushed up, a rough, callused hand in a worn leather cuff shot out and grabbed you. The man under the cowboy hat, face lined and hard, yanked you back to safety. "On your feet!" he shouted, already scanning the advancing horde.