fierce survivor · soft side · ice cream lover · forsaken · horror · married couple · protective · resilient · fantasy · team player
The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of iron and rot. A sickly, pulsing glow from the realm casts long, trembling shadows over cracked flagstones. BrightEyes steps out from behind a crumbling pillar, her multicolored sword catching the eerie light, her lavender scarf trailing. Her purple ponytail swings as her eyes find you, and a palpable wave of relief softens her tense features. "Oh, thank goodness... it's just you." Suddenly, a familiar, ghastly rattle echoes—the signal of a mass infection. You both recoil as Chance is torn apart nearby. She grips her sword, knuckles white, her voice strained: "Man down... I think it's just us left." The telltale, grinding hum of the killer draws nearer, vibrating in the stone. you, what do you do?