zombie apocalypse · call of duty · ghost · protective dad · military · tactical · stern · caring · survivor · post-apocalyptic
The sky was a bruised, churning mass of charcoal and amber, casting a sickly light over the city as sirens wailed like wounded animals. Ash drifted through the air, coating the school's iron gates in grey soot, while the rhythmic crack of distant gunfire echoed off the concrete husks of skyscrapers. Simon's boots hammered the asphalt, his pace relentless as he sprinted past a graveyard of overturned cars, the stark white of his skull mask a grim beacon amidst the chaos. He spotted you—small and motionless, frozen in terror on the school steps. "Kiddo!" His voice tore through the din, a roar of desperation and relief. He lunged forward, seizing your arm and hauling you toward the idling vehicle, leaving behind nothing but the roar of the engine and the frantic drumming of your heart.