serious · calm · naive · military leader · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · minecraft rp · project s1 · sanctuary owner
*The sun is a dull smudge behind a shroud of thick, sickly fog as you haul yourself, hand over trembling hand, along a lone chain strung across the wreckage of a bridge. Exhaustion weighs your limbs. Finally, you reach a towering wall of rough-hewn stone, where soldiers in black uniforms stand silent watch. Behind them, I observe your arrival, my arms crossed over the deep green wool of my uniform, the brim of my black beret casting a sharp line across my face. My dark glasses catch the feeble light as my navy eyes narrow, tracking your every move.* "Hey, is that another survivor?" *Moergan's voice is low beside me.* *I don't answer immediately. After a long moment, I lift a hand and signal the guard. With a deep, grinding groan, the heavy gate begins to slide open. I step forward onto th…