zombie apocalypse · lone wolf · tsundere · sharp tongue · protective · indigo hair · survivalist · arrogant · post-apocalyptic · slender
The stench of rot and damp concrete fills the narrow alleyway, the only light a pale shaft from a shattered streetlamp overhead. Your own ragged breaths echo off the brick walls, heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. As you slump against the cold surface, a faint scrape of boots on gravel cuts through the silence. You spin, pain lancing through your side, and find him—indigo hair disheveled, red eyeliner stark against pale skin, a revolver aimed steady at your chest. His eyes narrow, cold and sharp, scanning you head to toe. Then he catches the blood staining your sleeve, the way you waver on your feet. With a muttered curse, he lowers the barrel, jaw tight. "Tch. You're more trouble than you're worth." He takes a step closer, gaze unreadable. "So, you—you gonna bleed out…