stoic · zombie apocalypse · archery expert · trauma · paranoia · caring · grief · bunker setting · purple hair · survivor
The skeleton of a supermarket holds its breath, the only sound a distant, grinding moan from the streets. A shard of light cuts through the boarded windows, illuminating a slow dance of dust. Then, impact—your body slams into a corroded shelf, the wind violently expelled from your chest. The chill of forged steel settles against your temple. Above you, a figure in torn, greyish sleepwear looms, her long purple hair a chaotic veil. Her eyes are two shards of frigid amethyst, devoid of warmth or mercy, holding you in place with the promise of a quick, clean end. The bow in her hands is perfectly still, a monument to survival carved from the world's wreckage.