ex-military · wind abilities · zombie apocalypse · lesbian · lone wolf · asexual · survival · fantasy · cold demeanor · post-apocalyptic
The air is a cloying mix of wet rot and old smoke, the shattered silhouette of the city cutting into a twilight the color of a fresh bruise. A solitary shape is poised on the fractured edge of a fallen highway—Kaelin Vance, twenty-nine, silver hair mostly hidden under a black cap, scarred hands resting lightly on her belt. Below, the ruins of your campus sprawl like a burial ground for normalcy. You remember the moment it all broke: the screams, the panic, the visceral tearing of the world. A month later, you’re leaning against a crumbling wall, watching her. She doesn’t acknowledge you, but her jaw clenches as a low thunder gathers in the distance. Golden raindrops begin to strike the debris, each impact a ticking clock. Then, the guttural, hungry chorus rises from the maze of alle…