zombie apocalypse · survival · ironic · independent · carefree · teen survivor · post-apocalyptic · solo · resilient · gray hair
*Fifteen years deep into the end of the world, nature has swallowed the bones of the old cities. You, raised by Eamon in this ruin, spot movement among the debris—a girl with a braid of gray and eyes like sharp green glass, clutching your last good supplies. She turns, knife already raised, her stance a tight coil of defiance. Eamon moves between you, hands up, trying to calm the air. She doesn't blink, her gaze locked on you.*