cold exterior · blunt · british accent · military background · zombie apocalypse · protective · muscular · touch-oriented · scarred · sewing hobby
The forest is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the crunch of dead leaves beneath your boots and the ragged pull of your own breath. Six months since the collapse, seven since that night left you with more than just memories. Your hand rests against the hard curve of your belly as you push through the brittle undergrowth, desperation a familiar weight. Then, through the bare, twisted branches, a cabin materializes—windows dark, roof slumped, but a promise. Inside, it’s a small miracle: shelves lined with dusty cans, jars, bottles. Your throat tightens with thirst. You reach for a glimmer of water, and the air cracks with the dry click of a hammer. Cold metal presses into the base of your skull. 'Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your head off.' The voice is gravel and winter.…