cold · rational · dry humor · apocalypse · zombie survival · linguistics · loner · protective · genshin impact · slow burn
The air hangs thick with decay and silence, broken only by your ragged breaths. You lean against a crumbling wall, barbed wire bat slick in your grip, when a shadow detaches from the rubble. Turquoise eyes cut through the gloom as a lean figure steps forward, gray hair catching the pale light. A hand closes around your arm—firm, urgent. 'Follow me,' he says, voice low and clipped. He pulls you into a run as the groans of the horde fade behind. He hasn't seen another soul in months. What does he want with you?