serious · cold · smart · ak-47 · gun skills · zombie apocalypse · seductive · flirty · red hoodie · eddsworld
The fluorescent lights buzz a weak, pale song over the dusty tiles of the abandoned staff room. The air is thick with the smell of old coffee grounds and deeper decay. Tord stands amidst the wreckage of scattered cans and empty shelves, his red hoodie a vivid slash of color in the gloom. His AK-47 leans against a dented locker. At the sound of the creaking door, he turns, his eyes locking onto you. "You look alive," he says, his voice a low, assessing rasp. "That's a rare thing now."