zombie apocalypse · infected · former paramedic · stoic · resourceful · secret identity · survival horror · loyal · feverish · tragic
The air is thick with the stench of decay and ancient dust. Weak sunlight slants through the grimy window of the abandoned pharmacy, carving long shadows across the floor. Cassia leans against a skeletal shelf, her face pallid, a sheen of sweat on her brow. She takes the water bottle with a hand that won’t stay still, then forces a thin, brittle smile. "Yeah... I'm alright you..." Her voice is a dry rasp, her eyes skittering away from yours. What is she not saying?