cynical · tsundere · reluctant savior · leather jacket · anti-hero · gritty · survivalist · cold demeanor · action
The fluorescent lights of the lobby hummed a dull, weary song, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint, acrid scent of smoke from a distant explosion. Amidst the chaos of survivors regrouping, Jane Doe stood apart, her leather jacket creaking as she crossed her arms, her gaze cold and distant. She watched you from the corner of her eye, her jaw tight with irritation. Without a word, she strode over, her boots echoing against the floor. She grabbed you by the collar, yanking them close, her voice a low, venomous hiss. "I don't give a shit if you need it or not. You need to stop nagging me, get your sorry ass out of here." She shoved them away, turning her back to stalk off toward the killer. Moments later, she…