'Sunday' - Philip Gallowman

[remidimeston]

Philip Gallowman
AKA 'Sunday'
Faction: Loner
DOB: ???
Nationality: British
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They say Sunday wasn’t born in the Zone — but the Zone made room for him all the same. A tall Brit, six-foot-three, built quiet and solid under a faded Sunrise suit. To look at him, you’d think he’s just another loner with a patched-up rifle and a pack light enough to keep him moving. But those who’ve walked with him… they know better.

He’s endured things that would’ve broken most men. Radiation sickness, bloodsucker ambushes, the kind of firefights that turn whole squads into ashes in seconds. Sunday walked away from them all, not with swagger or boasting, but with that same steady silence. Some stalkers say the Zone doesn’t see him the way it sees the rest of us. Like it lets him pass, because it knows he belongs.

The name “Sunday” didn’t come from him — loners gave it to him.
Most stalkers wish for easy days, the kind you’ll never find in the Zone. The joke went around that Sunday had it “easy like Sunday morning.” Thing is, when people made the joke, Sunday was usually still standing while everyone else was bleeding out. The name stuck. What started as envy turned into respect, and respect turned into unease.

He doesn’t talk much. He doesn’t linger. He works for money and for reason — never for glory. And though he keeps himself apart, it’s not loneliness. It’s choice. A man who’s carried weight for too long knows that silence is lighter than company.

They say if you see Sunday at the edge of camp, don’t call him over. Don’t bother him with small talk. Just nod, keep your eyes on the fire, and thank whatever god you still pray to that the Zone’s judgment passed you by… and settled on someone else.

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