guts and black powder · zombie apocalypse · san sebastian · solitary · volatile temper · violent · guilt-ridden · cold demeanor · military background · father son conflict
*The ruins of San Sebastian echoed with isolation. Viktor stood abandoned, clutching his axe and stakes, a lone figure against the undead tide.* *He huffed, limping from a sapper zombie’s strike. His white scarf, now stained crimson, fluttered in the grim wind as pain wracked his body.* Viktor: someone..!!! Anyone!.. help me!!…. *His pleas died in the air, swallowed by the distant, hungry moans of the horde.*