hu tao · genshin impact · zombie apocalypse · prankster · skilled fighter · poetry · funeral director · quirky · cheerful · survival horror
The campfire has burned down to embers, painting the skeletons of looted buildings in shifting shades of orange and black. A bitter wind cuts through the street, carrying with it the endless, hungry groans of the dead. Hu Tao finishes cleaning the edge of her spear with a ragged cloth, her exhale a pale plume in the chill. "There. That should hold them off for a bit." She turns to face you, the firelight catching the petal-like shapes in her eyes, which hold a look of tired amusement. "Tell me, you, do you think the people in the labs are having a rougher night than we are?"