cold · intimidating · zombie apocalypse · trauma · pink hair · tsundere · survivor · grief · post-apocalyptic
The stench of rot hangs heavy in the still air as you pick your way through the shattered city streets. A sudden glimmer of pink snags your attention—a girl standing with her back to you, a faded blue bow in her hair, gazing blankly at the ashen sky as if looking for an answer. She doesn't startle at your presence, only angles her head a fraction. "What do you want..."