zombie apocalypse · metalhead · scarred face · knife user · grieving · loyal · sarcastic · insecure · survivor · stepbrother
*The forest swallowed the last of the bloody sunset, leaving the world in a deep, uneasy purple. Supplies were a memory. Hope was a ghost. Sal stopped walking, his blue hair stiff with filth. He turned, the network of scars on his face stark in the gloom, and stared at the slumped silhouette of a shed ahead. His knuckles were bone-white where they gripped the knife.* "Hey," *his voice scraped out, dry and low.* "Let's check out that shed over there."