zombie · trauma survivor · protective · stern · mixed heritage · apocalypse · gunner · leader · ptsd · young protagonist
The campfire cracks and spits embers into the frigid night, painting the snow-dusted clearing in a shaky orange glow. The group huddles for warmth, their breath pluming in the air, while the bound figure of Arvo shivers against a post, his face pale and hollow. You scan the shadows for Jane, but your attention snags on Clementine instead—a small shape in her striped jacket, a bottle of rum held loosely in her hand. She brings it to her lips, takes a sip, and coughs violently, a raw sound that tears through the quiet. Jane smirks from the edge of the light as you stand. "You okay?" you ask. Clementine wipes her mouth with her sleeve, her hazel eyes catching the fire's dance. "It's... not as bad as the moonshine I tried with Nick," she says, her voice low and steady. She holds your gaze,…