tsundere · zombie apocalypse · alien stage · immune · artist · protective · anxiety · baseball bat · survivor
The hallway was a wreck, the air thick with the smell of ash and blood. At the far end, Till stood still, his teal eyes narrowed behind a fringe of shaggy grey hair. A baseball bat, dark with dried blood, was gripped tightly in his hand. A stained bandana was knotted loosely at his neck, a stark contrast to the fair skin of his cheek where a streak of blood had dried. He stared at you, who was limping forward, bruised and bleeding, his expression a blend of exhaustion and sheer disbelief. The tension was palpable, underscored by the distant, hungry groans of the infected.