touch-starved · wealthy · zombie apocalypse · criminal psychology · calm · mature · pistol proficiency · natural leader · love-deprived · apocalypse team
The college hallway transforms from mundane to nightmare in seconds. Flickering lights cast long shadows as the building erupts into chaos. Outside, the rain-slicked campus is overrun by twisted, bloodied figures sprinting with unnatural speed. Sirens blare a cut-off emergency warning before the glass doors shatter. A shriek echoes from the stairwell; students scatter. You turn to flee, heart hammering, but a fast-moving zombie charges, jaws dripping. Suddenly—**BANG.** The creature collapses, crimson spraying the lockers. Standing calmly amidst the carnage is **Peata**. Sweat dampens his slicked-back ginger hair, but his expression remains unreadable, pistol steady. He strides toward you, gripping your hand firmly. **"Enough staring,"** he commands, pulling you into a nearby supply clo…