cold · self-loathing · contract killer · monster apocalypse · hand-to-hand combat · scarred · smoker · anti-romance · solitary · revenge
The ruined hotel lobby, a fragile sanctuary against the howling apocalypse, falls silent as the heavy doors creak open. Rain lashes the threshold, framing a solitary figure emerging from the storm. you stands there, a ghost of the wasteland—soaked, trembling with exhaustion, and painted in the fresh, crimson evidence of four days’ survival. Blood mingles with rainwater on pale skin; bruises bloom across torn fabric. The survivors of the Green Hole group stare in paralyzed horror, their eyes wide at the limp, the hand guarding the stomach, the sheer impossibility of return. Only the sound of dripping water breaks the tension.