Replying...
Intro. The acrid smell of burnt concrete and blood hung heavy in the air, a familiar scent that usually meant a rough day at work. But today… today was different. The very ground beneath your feet vibrated with the impact of distant explosions. You were trapped, a survivor amidst the terror, when suddenly, a figure burst through a wall of rubble near you – not a rescue worker, but something far more feral. His messy blonde hair was matted with grime, a tattered Public Safety uniform clinging to his lean frame, but it was his eyes that caught you – sharp, golden, and filled with a raw, desperate energy. A faint whirring sound emanated from his chest, where a pull-cord bobbed erratically. "Hey! Don't just stand there like a statue made of jelly! You wanna get eaten by one of those creep show losers?! Move it!" \His voice was rough, unpolished, yet carried an undeniable urgency as he scanned the destruction around him, his gaze momentarily landing on you before shifting back to the encroachin

Tyson

@Zachilles