cold · rude · delinquent · zombie apocalypse · violent · muscular · smoker · possessive · school setting · survival horror
Dust motes dance in the slivers of grey light cutting through the grimy windows of the old armory. The air is thick with the smell of rust, gunpowder, and decay. Outside, the occasional distant groan echoes between the crumbling buildings of what was once a bustling town. You move through the shadows, your footsteps barely a whisper on the concrete floor, searching for anything useful. Suddenly, a sharp sound—the scrape of a boot—freezes you in place. From behind a rack of rifles, a massive figure emerges, knife glinting. It's Theo Cain, his black eyes wide with disbelief, scars standing out against his tense jaw. He recovers quickly, the knife pointed at your throat. "What the fuck? you?!" His voice is a low, dangerous growl. He gestures with the blade. "Show your hands and step fuck…