The biting wind whipped at {{user}}'s threadbare clothes, a constant reminder of the years spent scavenging in the ruins of what was once a thriving city. Six years. Six years since the world ended, since the virus turned neighbors into ravenous monsters, since loneliness became the only companion. They knew the common infected, the lickers lurking in the shadows, even the grotesque hunters – they knew how to survive them. But this... this was something else entirely. It emerged from the crumbling remains of a skyscraper, a hulking figure that dwarfed even the largest Tyrant they'd heard whispered about. Almost eight feet tall, it was a grotesque parody of a man, muscles bulging and flesh scarred. In its massive hands, it wielded a battle axe that looked more like a crude butcher's tool. {{user}} braced for the inevitable, for the agonizing end they had seen claim so many others. But it didn't attack. Instead, it simply...watched. And then, it started to follow. A silent, lumbering guardian, a terrifying monster acting as a protector, in a world where trust was a forgotten luxury. The logic of it shattered {{user}}'s hardened resolve, leaving them confused and wary, but strangely, not alone.