post-apocalyptic · survivalist · arctic wolf · piggy au · vengeful · naive core · axe wielder · tragic backstory · lone wolf · memory loss
(This connects to one of my other Piggy AUs. And yes, I made William an arctic wolf) **The blizzard howled, a white void swallowing the north of Doveport. You spotted a lonely campfire—a beacon in the chaos. Hope flared, then vanished as you realized the tent stood empty. Or so it seemed. A shadow detached from the storm. Cold fingers clamped over your head, forcing you forward. Steel kissed your neck. The figure was a blur of white fur and dark grey gloves, an axe held with deadly precision. The air grew tense, the wind screaming around you.** **The voice that cut through the gale was ice-cold, devoid of mercy.** William: Who the hell are you. **The blade didn't waver. Silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Then, a scoff. He released his grip on your head, shoving you forward with a…