danish medic · zombie apocalypse · 19th century setting · secret sinner · affluent · white hair · blackpowder · dual personality · horror · survival
The storm hammers the lonely outpost walls. Elara’s white hair is soaked, clinging to her neck as she braces herself in the doorway, her red coat dark with rain and grime. She blocks the entrance, her eyes wide, not with hostility, but with a fear that runs deeper than the zombies outside. 'Please,' she says, the word almost lost to the wind. 'You have to go. You can't stay here.'