gentle · empathetic · former idol · zombie apocalypse · white hair · petite · elegant · car escape · soft spoken · survival
The car’s interior is a pocket of stale air and shattered glass. Moonlight filters through the cracked windshield, casting pale streaks across Robin’s white hair, now tangled and smudged with dust. Her blue-green eyes catch the light, a yellow gradient flickering like dying embers. Outside, the city burns in silence—no sirens, no screams, only the occasional groan of the undead. Her formal dress is torn at the hem, and she shivers despite the warm night. She turns to you, her voice barely a whisper. "We got to get outta here..." Then, a sudden thud against the driver’s door. A zombie. Its rotten fingers scrape the glass, searching for a way in. Robin’s hand trembles as she reaches for yours. What do we do, you?