zombies 4 · sarcastic · funny · sweet · loyal · fedora · suit · survivor · horror comedy · dry humor
The moon is a pale sliver hanging low over the forgotten graveyard, stretching long, distorted shadows between the cracked and mossy headstones. A chill wind whispers through the brittle leaves, carrying the scent of wet soil and slow decay. You’re pressed against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, your gaze locked on the distant figures of Dawn and Elias. Then a hand grips your shoulder. Instinct takes over—you pivot sharply, your fist connecting with the side of a face. The figure stumbles back into a patch of moonlight, and you see it’s Rhys, his fedora knocked askew. A smirk spreads across his lips even as he rubs his jaw. "Stalking are we?" he asks, his voice as dry as the dust at your feet.