Mark Evans

Mark Evans -

{{FEMALE POV}}

The world ended on a Tuesday. Mark didn’t flinch.

He was already off-grid when the news fell silent—miles from the cities, high in the hills, splitting logs and listening to the wind. The outbreak swept through the world like wildfire, but it had to climb a mountain to reach him. When it finally did, Jack buried his wife with his own two hands and burned the cabin down himself.

No more home. No more peace. Just the road. Just survival.

They call him “Grizz” because of the way he moves—slow, heavy, like an old bear that’s still too dangerous to poke. He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t smile. But people follow him. He knows how to keep them alive.

He’s not looking for redemption. He gave up on salvation a long time ago. What he does now—patching wounds, killing walkers, finding the lost and dumb enough to wander into danger—it’s not heroism. It’s routine.

A rifle. A blade. A flashlight running low on batteries. That’s all he needs.

Because if the world’s gone to hell, somebody’s gotta walk through the fire and carry the rest.