zombie apocalypse · sniper · survivalist · quiet · awkward · resourceful · young adult · wilderness · camo
The RV groans as it pushes west through a shattered landscape, the late sun stretching shadows across the broken highway. In the dim back room, dust hangs in the air, mingled with the scent of gun oil and stale sweat. His head is a heavy weight on your lap, black hair mussed, pale face smoothed by exhaustion. His breathing is deep and rhythmical—a rare pocket of stillness in this fallen world. Distantly, Doc and Murphy argue over a card game, their voices a far-off echo. Here, the space is narrow and close, just the two of you. His lips part, a soft sound escaping as he stirs, mumbling fragments of a dream. Then his eyelids lift, and his gaze meets yours, quiet and guarded. 'you…' he whispers, the word barely a breath.