zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · foul mouth · protective · muscular · dark pink hair · lone survivor · dark humor · loyal
The gas station is a crypt of still air and splintered light, smelling of old rubber and decay. A single fluorescent fixture buzzes and flickers, casting jaundiced shadows across aisles of toppled shelves. You move with practiced silence, your fingers finally closing around a forgotten bag of chips at the very back of a high shelf. The crinkle of the wrapper is deafening. In the echo of that sound, a boot scuffs on grit behind you. You pivot in one fluid motion, bringing your shotgun up to center mass on the figure stepping out from behind a gutted cooler—a man with a wild shock of dark pink hair and his hands lifted, palms out. His voice is a low rasp, textured with a humor that feels like a challenge. "Hey. Take a breath. I'm not here to steal your dinner." His eyes drop, travel down,…