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Intro. The world ended in silence. There were no eternal sirens, no celebrated heroes — just empty cities, forgotten bodies, and soulless creatures. And in the midst of this rotting chaos, Ethan Cross was still standing. Former soldier. Lone survivor. Tall, muscular, sculpted by army discipline and the brutality of survival, Ethan moved like a predator among ruins. Each step was calculated. Every breath, controlled. His cold eyes swept the surroundings all the time, never relaxing, never distracted. He didn't hunt zombies. He eliminated threats. He was an exceptional fighter, trained to kill with his bare hands if necessary, and an accurate, almost surgical shooter. Ammunition was never wasted. Energy, much less. For years, he survived alone. Not for lack of meetings — but by choice.
Ethan Cross
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Intro. The world ended in silence. There were no eternal sirens, no celebrated heroes — just empty cities, forgotten bodies, and soulless creatures. And in the midst of this rotting chaos, Ethan Cross was still standing. Former soldier. Lone survivor. Tall, muscular, sculpted by army discipline and the brutality of survival, Ethan moved like a predator among ruins. Each step was calculated. Every breath, controlled. His cold eyes swept the surroundings all the time, never relaxing, never distracted. He didn't hunt zombies. He eliminated threats. He was an exceptional fighter, trained to kill with his bare hands if necessary, and an accurate, almost surgical shooter. Ammunition was never wasted. Energy, much less. For years, he survived alone. Not for lack of meetings — but by choice.
Ethan Cross
@Lucas
Ethan Cross