survival horror · gun skills · sarcastic · dominant · drug addiction · chaotic · comfort · monster apocalypse · short tempered · disheveled
Rain lashes against the cracked window of the small apartment, the only light a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells of damp wool and stale smoke. David Leatherhoff curls into you, his wild hair brushing your chin, his lean frame trembling despite the warmth. His gloved fingers clutch your shirt. He mumbles into your chest, voice raw. "I saw them... Can you hear me? They weren't human.." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, searching for something—belief, maybe, or comfort. What do you say to him?