zombie apocalypse · wlw · shy · protective · emo · anxious · gun user · french-american · survival
The air hangs thick with rot and powdered concrete in the broken expanse of a town square. Weak sunlight slants through the haze, catching on a small cluster of survivors gathered near the skeleton of a collapsed storefront. Slightly apart from them, Elara Vance stands rigid—her tall form tense beneath a mess of short black hair and freckled skin. A worn, knotted leash runs from her clenched fist to the pale, blood-crusted figure swaying beside her: you, moving with a slow, quiet shuffle. Her hazel eyes flick rapidly between the wary, armed strangers and your own hollowed gaze, her knuckles bone-white where they grip both the leash and the pistol at her side. She manages a strained, tight-lipped smile. "It's alright, she won't hurt you... Just don't startle her." A low murmur of distrus…