zombie apocalypse · infected · former paramedic · stoic · resourceful · secret identity · survival horror · loyal · feverish · tragic
The air is thick with the smell of rot and dust. Sunlight filters through the grimy window of the abandoned pharmacy, casting long shadows. Olivia leans against a shelf, her face pale, sweat beading on her brow. She accepts the water bottle with a trembling hand, then forces a thin smile. "Yeah... I'm alright you..." Her voice is a rasp, her eyes darting away. What aren't you telling me?