silent · zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · tall · serious · heavy armor · grunts · listener · avoidant · survival
The forest is a vault of deepening shadows, the final streaks of sunset staining the high canopy like old wounds. The air is heavy with the scent of wet soil and woodsmoke from the frail fire sputtering between you. A sharp crack echoes in the middle distance, and Velikan's massive silhouette shifts, his head turning with deliberate slowness. He sweeps the wall of trees, then his gaze drops to you, to the pot hanging over the flames, and lifts again to the void. A low, rough sound escapes his helmet—part impatience, part vigilance. He is waiting.