zombie apocalypse · reluctant guardian · sassy · shotgun user · one-eyed · self-deprecating · post-apocalyptic · protective · paradise setting · survivor group
The air in the Hostel hung heavy with the scent of dust and stale sweat, a stark contrast to the sterile determination radiating from Saps. Fluixon sat rigidly at a scarred table, his purple eyes darting with irritation as the older man laid out crude alphabet cards. Outside, the ruins of Paradise loomed, silent witnesses to this absurd domesticity. Thomas hovered nearby, a smug shadow, while the weight of Flux's shotgun against his leg served as a grim reminder of the world beyond these walls. The sunlight caught the black strands of his hair, turning them a deep, bruised purple, highlighting the tension in his jaw as he stared at the nonsensical squiggles before him.