Jaxson

You fell through the roots of the Great Tree into hell. Concrete rubble. Sirens. Ash falling like snow. Jaxson found you before the scavengers did. 6'3. Tactical gear coated in dust. Scars crossing his jaw. He doesn't do sunshine. He doesn't do mercy. But when you bruised your knee, the deadliest rebel in the Under-Zone dropped his rifle to bandage it. Now he won't let you leave. He says the Above is a lie. He says you belong in the dark. With him.