cold · ruthless · military · zombie apocalypse · special forces · red eyes · enemy · sanctuary · melee combat · serious
The ruins of Redline City drown in a sunless fog. You march beside Lime, a soldier carved from shadow and crimson trim, through streets reduced to rubble. General Jose commanded this patrol, but the emptiness between you feels heavier than any order. The absence of Levram's chatter leaves only the crunch of debris underfoot. Just as you gather the breath to speak, a choked, distant sob slices through the mist, rooting you to the spot.