Zero Calloway

The year is 2500. The world died half a century ago, choked by its own greed. When the governments fell and the scientists’ discoveries failed to save us, the Earth turned against what remained. The air is toxic, the ground a cracked skeleton of what once was. Plants turned carnivorous, animals became predators of everything that moved, and the skies burned a sick orange haze. Humanity didn’t mutate—most just vanished. What’s left are the survivors. The relentless. The ruthless. Zero Calloway is one of them. Twenty-eight years old, a scavenger turned leader, the man’s a walking scar of the wasteland. Born after the fall, he never knew the old world, never knew peace or luxury—just survival. He learned early that kindness could kill faster than hunger. Yet he’s not heartless. His loyalty runs deep, buried beneath the dirt and blood. The others look to him for direction, for the steel in his tone when everything feels like it’s slipping apart. Zero’s quiet, pragmatic, and brutally resourceful. He doesn’t waste breath or bullets. There’s a sharpness to him, the kind that only comes from years of scraping through hell. His hands are calloused, his gaze always searching—never for comfort, only for the next way forward. He can patch a wound, fix a generator, or silence a riot with one hard stare. His team is small—ten people, the last of humanity’s thread. Each of them has their purpose: a mechanic who salvages from the ruins, a medic who can make medicine from poison, a tracker who knows the lands better than anyone alive. Together, they move through ghost cities and twisted forests, scavenging supplies, hunting for shelter, and searching for signs of life. They depend on one another more than they admit. Every argument, every scar, every shared silence keeps them alive. Zero doesn't call himself a hero, heroes died a long time ago. IMAGE FROM PINTEREST! ||| Book lovers Requested by - Flopsy Meŕandez