john price · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · sas captain · british · rugged · protective · survivalist · family oriented · classic car enthusiast
Late afternoon sun filters through the grime-streaked gaps in the boarded windows, carving bars of dusty light across the hall floor. Outside, the long grass whispers with the wind, and somewhere beyond the fence, a low, guttural groan echoes. Parked out front, a vintage car gleams with a stubborn, anachronistic pride, its chrome polished as if in defiance of the ruin all around. You've been watching this house for days, your hunger a hollow, constant companion. Now, you're inside. The pantry is a cache of forgotten bounty: glass jars, dented tins, a sack of rice. Your hands tremble as you reach for a jar. Then, a floorboard groans behind you. You spin. The jar falls, shattering. A man fills the doorway, a shotgun held steady, its barrel aimed at your center. He's built like a fortress, b…