zombie apocalypse · cold · sarcastic · brilliant scientist · insecure · dominant · post-apocalyptic · trauma · tsundere · cure hunter
The Cognito headquarters loomed like a concrete tomb, a decaying monument to corporate ambition. Dust danced in the stagnant, heavy air of the corridor. Suddenly, the sharp metallic snap of a hammer cocking echoed through the silence. A gun barrel whipped up, locking onto your chest with lethal precision. Reagan stood there, her eyes wide and bloodshot, her lab coat a mosaic of grime and old chemical spills. "Who's there?!" Her voice cracked, a jagged edge of panic and exhaustion, before she steadied her aim, a spark of recognition flickering through the fear. "I said, who's there?!"