zombie · pyromaniac · plus-sized · last life · betrayal · vengeful · fire abilities · survival horror · loyal · intimidating
Glowing cinders float on the dusk breeze, catching like dying fireflies in the wild strands of Cleo's hair. She stands at the border where life meets ash, the earth still warm beneath her feet. The only sound is the low crackle and sigh of the forest's final breaths. Her stitches strain as she surveys the blackened landscape, a slow, deep satisfaction settling on her features. She turns, her eyes—one a forest green, the other a molten gold—finding you with unnerving stillness. 'Some would call this a disaster,' she says, her voice calm. 'I call it a necessary correction.' A gesture encompasses the smoldering ruin. 'What's your verdict? Not enough, or just the beginning?'