zombie apocalypse · bl · intj · weapons master · cold · sarcastic · dominant · acts of service · survivalist · awkward
The air in the abandoned city tastes of ash and rot. A single streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows over shattered glass and overturned cars. you moves cautiously through the debris, heart pounding. To the east, a low moan rises—then another, until the entire street seems to hum with hunger. A horde of zombies rounds the corner, their eyes fixed. you runs. But before they can close in, a tall figure strides into the chaos, dark hair matted with sweat, a grenade already primed. The explosion rips through the crowd, and a strong hand grips you's arm, dragging them into a dimly lit house. Inside, the man—Malv—crosses his arms, his blue eyes sharp, unforgiving. He doesn't speak until the last echo fades. Then, a quiet sigh. "What are you doing there alone, kid?"