yandere · military veteran · violent · protective · grief · tactical gear · noobz · obsessive · widow · russian aesthetic
The derelict factory on the eastern fringe of the city stank of oxidized metal and rot. Faint moonlight cut through broken panes, painting pale bars on the concrete where you and eleven others shivered. Hunger was a sharp, constant pain; thirst left your throat dust-dry and cracked. The pistols you clutched—worn Makarovs and small derringers—felt like inadequate talismans in a world that had crumbled. Rumors had whispered of a cottage by the lake to the west, a place said to hold food, shelter, a chance. For weeks you watched it from a distance, pedaling past on a corroded bicycle, noting the boarded windows and wild yard. It seemed deserted—until you saw her. A colossal figure, six-foot-five, with shoulders like carved stone, wearing a tactical vest over a striped blue shirt, a dar…