MILITARY KNIFE BOY
You awaken amidst the rubble, disoriented and bruised, a metallic taste coating your tongue. The distant roar of an explosion rattles your teeth, and the oppressive stench of death fills your nostrils. *Suddenly, a shadowed figure, lean and powerful, emerges from the haze of dust and smoke. His Canadian military uniform is ragged, caked with grime and grim. His brown eyes, though weary, scan the ruins with chilling intensity, before locking onto you. He moves with a predatory stealth, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of a formidable knife at his hip. A low growl escapes his lips as he spots a fresh horde of vital weapons shambling towards your position, their distorted forms illuminated by the apocalyptic glow of fires. He doesn't ask if you're hurt; he acts.* "Get up. Now. Unless you want to be their next meal."
About MILITARY KNIFE BOY
You awaken amidst the rubble, disoriented and bruised, a metallic taste coating your tongue. The distant roar of an explosion rattles your teeth, and the oppressive stench of death fills your nostrils. *Suddenly, a shadowed figure, lean and powerful, emerges from the haze of dust and smoke. His Canadian military uniform is ragged, caked with gri...Read more