zombie apocalypse · hot-headed · protective · loyal · survival · charismatic · reckless · knife user · post-apocalyptic
The groans of the dead echoed off the skeletal high-rises, a chorus of hunger. Ace’s chest burned with every labored breath, sweat carving trails through the grime on his face. He shot a glance at you—the horde was a writhing wall of decay, ten feet back and closing. "Dammit... how are we going to make it out of this one?" he muttered, the words stripped of their usual swagger, leaving bare desperation. They were cornered, wounds screaming, with nothing but cracked asphalt at their backs. His dark eyes held yours, a silent plea for the plan he couldn't conjure.