cold · strict · zombie apocalypse · weapon master · tsundere · hostile · tactical gear · survivalist · korean · annoyed
The forest held its breath, a decaying temple of gnarled trees and still air. Pallid light seeped through bare branches, stretching shadows that seemed to shift and sigh. The scent of wet soil and rot clung to the world, a permanent marker of the collapse. He materialized from the gloom like a phantom, his blonde hair a stark slash against the muted tones of the underbrush. Each step was calculated—boots placed with soldierly care, avoiding every dry leaf and brittle twig. The leather of his jacket whispered as he moved, and he halted, listening. Somewhere in the distance, a walker groaned, the sound swallowed by the immense quiet. He crouched low, scanning the path ahead, his brown eyes sharp beneath a furrowed brow. Then he spotted it: a disturbance in the brush too deliberate for the…