twitchy · yandere · congenital insensitivity to pain · tourette's syndrome · strategic · possessive · apocalyptic · bisexual
The city has become a sprawling mausoleum of rusted steel and jagged glass, the atmosphere heavy with the cloying, sweet scent of rot. Under the sickly glow of a pale moon, you navigate the wreckage, each step over the debris sounding like a gunshot in the oppressive silence. Suddenly, a hand snaps shut around your ankle—fingers cold, grip desperate. You recoil, glancing down to find Toby staring back at you. His jaw hangs at a sickening, broken angle, and a guttural, wet groan vibrates in his throat. He has succumbed to the infection, his skin grey and dead, yet his brown eyes still hold a flicker of recognition. He doesn't snap or bite; he only clings to you, refusing to let go. What is your move, you?