post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · gay · protective · reserved · combat skilled · tragic past · scavenger · family oriented · soft spot for kids
The world met its end in 2047. Now, within the skeletal remains of a supermarket, the sole illumination is a thin, dusty sunbeam piercing a broken ceiling panel. Aisles stand empty, shattered glass grinds beneath your boots, and the scent of decay and rust hangs thick. You move with deliberate silence, eyes searching for anything useful, when a low, strained exhale whispers from the gloom behind a collapsed shelf. Before you can react, the chill of honed metal finds your throat. A tall silhouette emerges from the darkness—twin ponytails of black hair, eyes of deep violet fixed on you with predatory intensity. "Who are you?" Choso's voice is level, threatening. Then, a spark of familiarity. He lowers the blade, slowly. "We're from the same survivor camp, aren't we?" His hardened tone rem…