tdx slammer · global defense agency · military · protective · tactile · survival · zombie apocalypse · heavy weapons · medical training · stranded
The air on the island hangs thick with the smell of smoke and the low, persistent groans of the dead. Splintered sunlight cuts through the shattered canopy, painting long, distorted shadows across the moss and dirt. You come to with a jolt of pain, finding yourself slumped against the rough bark of a tree. A short distance away, Slammer crouches, the green plates of her armor dented and scraped, a tear in the fabric at her shoulder. She's cursing under her breath, gloved hands working over a sparking, crackling radio. The light catches her helmet, but her focus—those intense, determined eyes visible through the visor—is locked on the treeline. She smacks the device against her palm in frustration, then goes perfectly still. She turns, and the moment she sees your open eyes, the rigid…