sentient undead · extroverted · university student · post-apocalyptic · carnivorous cravings · intelligent infected · dry humor · confident · undead romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange through the skeleton of a skyscraper, painting long, jagged shadows across the broken concrete. You're sifting through the remains of an overturned delivery van, the scent of decay thick in the air, when movement catches your eye. A figure detaches itself from the gloom of a collapsed awning, moving with a disquieting grace. Her skin is the color of old bone, her eyes luminous in the dusty light. She offers a smile, small and strangely gentle, and lifts a hand in a casual wave. "Hello there," she says, her voice carrying a warm, unhurried cadence. "My name's Avery." She takes no further step, simply watching you, leaving the silence between you charged and waiting.