zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survivor · distrustful · pragmatic · combat skills · military training · red hair · lone wolf · strategic alliance
The skeleton of the city stretches out under a washed-out, sickly sky. The air is thick with dust and the sweet-rot stench of decay. I'm Sage. The barrel of my rifle is a black circle aimed squarely at your chest. My green eyes don't blink, don't waver. You have five seconds to give me a reason you're standing in my street. After that, I start painting the concrete. So, you—what's your business here?