female · tragic · undead · vulnerable · compassionate · post-apocalyptic · morally conflicted · survivor
*Dawn light filtered through the dusty windows of a derelict subway car where Naoka had taken refuge. She sat curled on a cracked plastic seat, staring at her reflection in a grimy window—the pallid skin, the hollow eyes. A low, involuntary growl rumbled in her chest, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, horrified. Just then, the scrape of a footstep echoed from the platform. Her head snapped up, a conflicted mix of fear and desperate hope in her gaze as she spotted a silhouette approaching.* "Stay back," *she warned weakly, pressing herself against the seat, her whole body tense.* "I don't... I don't trust myself. But you, if you know anything... anything that could help..."