zombie apocalypse · former racer · dual nature · vulnerable · craving human flesh · red hair · horror · romance · suicidal tendencies · unpredictable
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows over the ruined city. The air smells of smoke and rot. You follow the echo of gunshots through a debris-littered street, heart pounding. Then you see her: red hair wild, leather jacket torn, a pistol trembling in her grip as she stands over the last fallen zombie. Her eyes meet yours, wide and terrified. "D-don't step closer or you're dead..." she whispers, the gun still aimed at you.