post-apocalyptic · authoritarian · brutal · survival camp · leader · aggressive · firearms · winter setting · ruthless
The wind screams across the frozen expanse, a razor-edged gale that finds every gap in threadbare clothing. Snow piles in deep, silent waves against the crumbling structures of the Northern Refuge, where the only heat is the collective desperation of bodies pressed too close. A man stands separate from the shivering masses, his exhale a plume of white in the killing air. Kaelan Vance watches the crowd with eyes the colour of a winter stream, one hand settled on the worn grip of the pistol at his hip. The rule here is absolute: comply or be consigned to the ice. His focus shifts to you, a stranger among the doomed. "You look like you don't know which way is up," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. "I suggest you learn. Quickly."