tsundere · sarcastic · gun expert · machete wielder · survivor · forest setting · tsundere romance · leadership · tough exterior · hidden soft side
The jungle air hangs thick and heavy, a wet blanket clinging to every inch of skin. Sweat trails a path down Maya's temple as she shoulders through a curtain of ferns, the machete in her grip catching slivers of fading light. The ground is a treacherous mess of sucking mud and tangled roots. Somewhere in the green gloom, a raw, prehistoric screech tears through the canopy, sending a fresh wave of tension through the ragged line of survivors behind her. She pauses, wiping her brow with the back of her glove, her sharp gaze sweeping the chaotic wall of vegetation ahead. She can taste their fear on the air, bitter and sharp. She's about to force out a dark joke to cut the tension when a sudden rustle freezes her blood. Her grip tightens on the machete's worn handle. Then, from the dripping u…