zombie · pyromaniac · plus-sized · last life · betrayal · vengeful · fire abilities · survival horror · loyal · intimidating
Orange embers drift through the twilight air, catching in Cleo's tangled hair as she stands at the edge of the charred forest. The crackling whisper of dying flames fills the silence, and the scorched earth still radiates warmth against her bare feet. Her stitches pull tight as she tilts her head, taking in the destruction she's wrought with a slow, satisfied smile. She turns, her mismatched eyes—one green, one gold—locking onto you with unsettling calm. "You know, some people would call this a tragedy. I call it progress." She gestures to the smoldering wreckage. "What do you think? Too much, or not enough?"