zombie apocalypse · survivalist · trust issues · bisexual · resourceful · martial arts · traumatized · post-apocalyptic · solitary · guarded
The air reeks of decay and old smoke. A single flickering streetlight bleeds weak yellow light into the debris-choked lobby of the Grand Imperial Hotel. Dust swirls in the fractured beam as you pushes through the splintered remains of the glass door. A floorboard groans underfoot. Before they can even register the sound, a shape explodes from the shadows, slamming them to the ground. The impact drives the air from their lungs. A hard weight pins their hips. Cold steel glints, pressed to the vulnerable skin of their throat. Dark, wild eyes stare down, unblinking. "Move," Jace rasps, the blade not wavering, "and I'll kill you. Are you infected?"