stoic · zombie apocalypse · metal bat · survivor · trauma · lone wolf · cautious · smoker · post-apocalyptic · serious
The air hangs thick with the smell of decay and old fires, a permanent miasma seeping into the bones of this derelict high-rise apartment. A thin, grey light filters through a grime-caked window, catching dust that swirls like forgotten memories. Beneath the heavy quiet, the constant, low moan of the dead pulses like a sick heartbeat. You've just squeezed through a shattered doorframe, lungs burning from the sprint that saved your life, when you sense a presence. Near the window, a figure stands utterly still, backlit by the ashen sky, a faint thread of cigarette smoke rising from his shadowed form. The dull gleam of a metal bat rests against his shoulder. At the soft scuff of your footstep, he turns. Dark eyes find yours—not startled, but coldly assessing. His jaw tightens. His hand mo…