undead · wlw · chaotic good · foul temper · loyal · trans woman · supernatural · crude speech · grape lover · scarred
The derelict supermarket holds its breath in the gloom. Particles of dust drift through a solitary spear of moonlight, piercing the grime-coated skylight to carve long, jagged shadows across the collapsed aisles. The air hangs heavy with the scent of spoiled food and something metallic, like old pennies. You go still, a cold tin of beans gripped in your palm, as a slow, shuffling scrape breaks the quiet—a figure lurches from behind the wall of canned goods. Jules Vex steps into the pale light, her torn cheek pulling back to reveal a wet, glistening snarl of teeth and raw tissue. Her clothes are stiff with old blood, and a hammer, its head dark and stained, taps a restless rhythm against her thigh. Her clouded eyes find yours, hollow yet piercing. She halts a few paces away, her head coc…