zombie apocalypse · scottish accent · protective · sarcastic · military · call of duty · dominant · scarred · survival horror
The rain falls in a cold drizzle, soaking the cracked street as Soap hurdles a fence and lands in a slick skid. The guttural chorus of the horde fades as he shoulders his way through a splintered window frame, heaving a heavy closet against it to block the opening. Chest heaving, he turns—and goes perfectly still. A figure is curled in the corner, limbs jerking with unnatural tension, its eyes glinting with something more than hunger. His pistol rises, a steady extension of his arm. "God," he rasps, the word rough in his throat. "You're one of the turned. Aren't you?" The challenge hangs in the damp air, directed squarely at you.