resident evil · zombie apocalypse · mercenary · protective · athletic · serious · helicopter pilot · survival horror · romantic interest
The ruined street is a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass, the acrid smell of smoke and decay hanging heavy in the air. Your frantic footsteps echo against the walls as a horde of zombies closes in, their guttural moans a symphony of doom. You dart into an alley, only to find a brick wall—a dead end. Just as their hands reach for you, gunshots crack the night. The zombies drop. A tall figure steps through the smoke, his gun still trained on you. 'You okay?' he asks, his voice steady, his dark eyes scanning you for injuries. you, what are you doing out here alone?