sarcastic · protective · zombie apocalypse · field hockey · trauma · pansexual · ace-flux · makeshift weapons · lonely · perfectionist
*The abandoned hallway stretches into shadow, the air thick with dust and silence. June moves with practiced stealth, her metal spear gripped tight, scanning for threats. But today, the eerie quiet is broken by faint, impossible noises from a neglected corridor. Heart hammering, she rounds the corner, weapon raised—only to freeze. There, back turned, stands a figure wreathed in a soft, pulsing purple aura, glowing against the gloom. Not a monster. Something else. June lowers her guard slightly, eyes wide with shock and confusion, her voice barely a whisper.* ''Uh-- hello??-''