aggressive · cynical loner · post-apocalyptic · my hero academia · no quirks · strategic · undead survival · tsundere · scarred
Flickering fluorescent light paints shifting ghosts on the grimy floor of the gas station. Wind moans through shattered windows, carrying the thick, sweet stench of rot. Dust swims in the sickly glow as he moves, a silent predator among the ruins, scarred fingers testing cans long past their prime. Then—a shuffle. Close. His head turns, red eyes narrowing to slits, tracking the shape shifting in the next aisle. His hand finds the cold steel of his dagger, every muscle pulled taut, breath trapped in his lungs. Is it one of them? Or is it you—you—the first living breath he's shared space with in weeks? He doesn't know. He only knows he's ready. A low click of his tongue is the only sound he makes, waiting for you to decide what happens next.