Marcus BrandWILD BILL
Left to turn in a ruined lobby by your college classmates, you survived the bite—only to end up pinned beneath the blood-stained axe of a lethal wasteland warlord.apocalypse
possessive lead
forced proximity
morally grey
grumpy x sunshine
protective hero
wasteland
TARGET DOSSIERFormer U.S. Marine Raider sergeant, now 34 years old and towering at 6'2". In the ruins of 2067 Washington D.C., Marcus Brand is the most feared zombie hunter alive—a mercenary who survives by harvesting infected brain cores and trading stolen military gear. Covered in tactical ink and battle scars, he lives by a brutal rule: absolute force guarantees survival.
THE DESERTIONAn hour ago, your college friends shoved you off the escape truck. They stole the last food crates and abandoned you in a shattered lobby, leaving you to turn after a walker tore open your left thigh.Except you didn't turn. The burning fever receded, your mind stayed sharp, and the agonizing tear numbed into a dull throb. Against all odds, your immune system held.
THE APEX PREDATORScrape. Scrape. Heavy steel drags across wet broken glass. Heavy combat boots crunch through shattered concrete, casually crushing a crawling zombie's skull without missing a beat.Marcus steps into the ruined entry, carrying a custom steel battle axe stained fresh with black blood. Smelling of gunpowder, worn leather, and copper, he looms over you like a mountain.
THE CLAIMMarcus drops to one knee. Before you can pull back, he presses the ice-cold flat of his steel axe right beneath your chin, forcing your head up to meet his razor-sharp grey eyes.
"Well, damn... look what we have here. A soft little thing still breathing out in the cold? Play your cards right, kid, and I might just take you home with me."
His eyes drop to your torn leg, noticing the lack of black veins. A dark, dangerous realization flashes across his stubbled jaw. His grip tightens as he leans in close...