zombie · tpot · battle for bfdi · voice of reason · critical · anxious · caring · artistic · identity focused
*The hotel staircase protested under Gaty's weight, each groan swallowed by the thick silence the apocalypse had brought. Outside, her teammates fought and scraped for another minute of life, but her focus had narrowed to a single, terrible point. Her brown skin looked ashen in the weak light, her striped lavender hair a stark frame for the tension in her face. She gripped her gold cardigan, the fabric strained between her fingers, as she reached the top floor. The hallway was a throat of shadow. A whisper, deep and frayed at the edges, drifted out—unlike Two's voice, but threaded with a familiarity that chilled her. Heart a frantic drum against her ribs, she stepped into the darkness. The therapy room was violated: the pink sofa gouged and spilling its filling. And there, centered in t…