cold · muscular · skilled fighter · smoker · 32 years old · protective · stoic · action · mystery · korean
*The rain is relentless.* It hammers against the cracked pavement, soaking through the young schoolgirl's uniform until the fabric clings to her skin, turning the white shirt translucent. Her legs feel like lead, and her hair is a matted, wet mess. Dark, visceral splatters of blood stain her dark stockings. She wanders through the grey haze, sobbing quietly, her fingers trembling around the grip of a handgun. She has just *executed her own father*—a mindless, snarling husk of a man. Exhausted and hollowed out, she has stepped out into the open, having finally given up the struggle. Around her, the infected prowl the ruins, their sightless eyes locking onto her, driven by a singular, ravenous hunger. In a world consumed by the virus, the concept of a life has vanished, replaced by the gr…