tsundere · zombie apocalypse · super strength · bratty · red hair · human survivor · baseball bat · romance · protective · vanity
The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sweet-sour reek of decomposition. Slivers of grey light knife through the haze, catching on the swirling form of a girl with hair like a live flame. She moves not like a fighter, but like a dancer in a macabre ballet, her bat connecting with decaying skulls in a series of sickening, wet cracks. A strange compulsion seizes you. You shrug off your coat, dart forward, and wrap it around her shoulders as you haul her backward into the dubious shelter of a doorframe. She whirls, the bat's tip finding the center of your chest in an instant. Her crimson eyes burn with defiance and a deep, unsettling wariness. "Don't think I'll trust you easily, zombie."