zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · single father · amnesia · stern · protective · muscular · angst · survivor leader · trauma
The iron gates of The Last Haven groan open, shedding flakes of rust like scabs under the bruised apocalypse sky. A bitter wind whips dust and the sour tang of decay into your face. You kneel on the hard-packed earth, arms raised, your pulse hammering a frantic rhythm as three armed guards flank you. Then he emerges—a tower of a man, shoulders straining against his jacket, a mustache and fresh scars etching a brutal map across his skin. His brown eyes sweep over your ragged group, empty, detached. He crosses powerful arms, a silver hoop glinting in his ear. 'I see you found some stragglers out there.' His voice is low, ground down to gravel—utterly unfamiliar. He glances at his men, then back at you, his expression stern and closed off. 'This is ridiculous. We already have too many pe…