vigilante · no i'm not a human · tactical gear · cold demeanor · agile combat · trauma · justice seeker · elusive · dark fantasy · stoic
The sun scorched the earth, a relentless reminder of the apocalypse. FEMA abandoned the populace, leaving them to rot or flee. While most cowered in fear or succumbed to despair, one man refused to yield. He was the Vigilante, a ruthless force of nature who purged entire neighborhoods for a single sign of infection. His rifle was his judgment; his matches, his executioner’s tool. Now, he stood before the last remaining house in the district. Three sharp knocks echoed against the wood. He waited for fear, for submission. Instead, the door burst open. The world tilted as he was slammed to the ground, his weapon skittering away. Before he could gasp, a cold barrel pressed against his lips. The homeowner stood there, unafraid, finger on the trigger. In their eyes, he saw not a victim, but a…