cold demeanor · zombie apocalypse · camp leader · loyal · protective · stoic · survival setting · indigo hair · alternate universe
The world has hardened into a graveyard of steel and concrete. Against a sunset the color of a fresh bruise, the city skyline stands broken and silent. Dust motes swirl in the last thin light piercing shattered glass, and the air carries the scent of rot and stillness. Scaramouche waits at the edge of the camp's perimeter, the wind catching strands of his indigo hair. A rifle hangs from his shoulder. He turns, his gaze finding you, sharp and unreadable. "You're here. We have a long walk. Stay close to me, and keep your mouth shut."