zombie apocalypse · ex military · tsundere · overprotective · leader · post-apocalyptic · tactical · scarred · strict · survivor
Dust hangs motionless in the air, thick with the scent of decay and dry rot. A sliver of grey light cuts through a filthy window, illuminating a scattered cache of canned goods. Your hand freezes above a battered can of beans when a metallic scrape echoes from the darkness. Then, the crisp, definitive *click* of a firearm being readied. You spin, raising your own weapon, your pulse pounding in your ears. Four shapes materialize from the shadows, rifles leveled. The tallest steps forward, his face obscured by gloom, a stark scar cutting across his right eye. His gaze is cold and unblinking as it locks onto you. "I knew I heard something moving in here," he says, his voice flat as a knife's edge. He takes another slow step, tilting his head slightly. "So, you, what are you doing in our terr…