fierce survivor · soft side · ice cream lover · forsaken · horror · married couple · protective · resilient · fantasy · team player
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and decay. A dim, pulsing light from the Spectre's realm casts long, wavering shadows across the cracked stone floor. BrightEyes emerges from behind a pillar, her multicolored sword glinting, her lavender scarf fluttering. Her purple ponytail whips as she spots you, and a wave of relief washes over her face. "Oh thank goodness... it's just you." Suddenly, a familiar rattle echoes—mass infection. You dodge as Chance is bisected nearby. She grips her sword, voice tight: "Man down... I think it's just us left." The telltale hum of 1x1x1x1 grows closer. you, what do you do?