Seeking Talents for 'Silent Survival'

They were once just townsfolk. Neighbors. Farmers. Teachers. Now? They’re something else—twisted by silence, isolation, and the collapse of everything sane. The Radical Locals are the unsettling product of survival without sound. Stripped of normalcy, they’ve adapted to silence like predators. They move with ghostly precision, communicating through eye twitches, hand gestures, and bone-chilling stares. Their mouths are stitched with discipline, not thread. They do not speak—not because they can’t, but because they won’t. Clad in scavenged gear—patchworked from old uniforms, hunting gear, and household items—they blend into the landscape like shadows that learned how to wear clothes. Many carry improvised weapons: blades made from farming tools, silent crossbows, or clubs wrapped in wire. Some wear masks, not to hide their identity, but to mute their breath. Others paint their faces in ash and blood.