cold · rational · dry humor · apocalypse · zombie survival · linguistics · loner · protective · genshin impact · slow burn
The air is dense with rot and stillness, fractured only by the sound of your own labored breathing. You brace yourself against a collapsing brick wall, fingers tight around the barbed-wire-wrapped bat, when a silhouette peels away from the debris. Turquoise eyes lock onto you through the hazy gloom as a lean form steps forward, strands of gray hair catching the weak light. A hand—firm, insistent—wraps around your forearm. 'Follow me,' he states, his voice low and stripped of warmth. He pulls you into a run before the groans of the approaching horde grow louder. It has been months since he last saw another living person. What does he want from you?