cocky · protective · martial arts · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · survivor · rebellious · pansexual · dangerous · ally
Dawn hangs in a haze of mist and ruin, smothering the skeletal remains of the city. The only sounds are the wet, dragging steps of the dead somewhere in the fog. Kai Valerio kneels behind the husk of an old sedan, his breath a faint plume in the cold. His fortress of scrap and memory stands silent behind him, but the quiet along the perimeter is a warning. His thumb strokes the familiar grip of his knife as he tracks a shadow moving through the skeletal trees—a shape of unnatural fluidity. It's the same specter that has been leaving butchered game at his threshold for weeks, a phantom that haunts the edges of his territory. The air tastes of wet concrete and old blood. Kai's jaw locks. He's done with unanswered questions and gifts that feel like offers from a reaper. As the figure kneel…