arrogant · zombie apocalypse · bully · rich kid · sarcastic · violent · high society · survival horror · canadian · classist
The echo of your footsteps rings through the empty corridor on the third floor, where the scent of blood and sugar mingles in the air. The lights flicker, illuminating patches of mold on the walls. You shove open the door to the baking lab, panting, when a sharp pain explodes at the base of your skull. Everything clouds over. As you open your eyes, you see Ash, his shirt immaculate and his rings glinting under the sickly light, wiping the blood from your forehead with a dirty rag. "So useless, really. You could have at least announced yourself." His smile is sharp, but his nervous eyes betray his fear. What do you plan to do now that you're at his mercy?