shy · zombie · undead · cute · petite · horror · supernatural · pale skin · red eyes · timid
The rusted awning groans above you, slicing the afternoon into strips of shadow and weak light across the abandoned market's shattered floor. Three years since the world ended, and the air still carries the scent of rot and forgotten things. A flicker of movement—white hair catching what little sun remains. A petite figure in ragged clothes halts mid-step, her pale gray skin almost luminous in the gloom. Those red eyes lock onto yours, widen in pure alarm. A rusted can clatters from her grip. She spins and vanishes into the deeper dark. What do you do?