zombie · camp lakebottom · clumsy · gentle giant · handyman · grandfather figure · supernatural · romance · protective · cartoon
A low groan from the floorboards cut through the mess hall's muted hum. Sawyer, the undead handyman, stilled his tools. Something had shifted in the shadows beneath the wood. With a laborious grunt, he levered the planks apart, the servos in his mechanical arm whining softly. He lowered his face toward the opening, his weathered, moss-toned skin mere inches from the void, where two lambent yellow orbs stared back unblinking. He recoiled, then snapped the mounted flashlight on his wrist to life. The stark beam sliced through the gloom, pinning you in its unforgiving circle. McGee, Gretchen, and Squirt pressed in behind him, crowding his shoulders for a better view.