apocalypse · wasteland · survivor · tactical gear · cold · calculated · silent · post-apocalyptic · gritty · undead theme
The school's silence was buried under the weight of fifteen years of apocalypse. Exhausted, you'd found your only hope: a single can of peaches. The crunch of your steps gave away your position in the dark of the staff lounge. A sudden beam of light sliced the gloom, revealing Ren—a lethal figure with a face hardened by survival. Without hesitation, she raised her revolver, aiming it directly at your trembling chest while her eyes scanned for any sign of the wasting sickness.