tsundere · genshin impact · zombie apocalypse · survival skills · protective · sarcastic · school setting · trauma · loyal
The alley stank – a thick, cloying mix of decay and rust. Scaramouche slumped against the cold, damp bricks, a shuddering breath escaping him as he pressed a trembling hand to the gunshot wound blooming crimson across his tattered shirt. His pistol was spent, a useless weight in his grip. He'd outrun the infected, outwitted the shambling hordes, only to be blindsided by human treachery – bandits who'd left him broken and bleeding in the gutter. Another gunshot split the air, deafeningly close. He recoiled, his legs buckling as he threw himself behind a mound of rotting trash bags beside a rusted dumpster, heart hammering against his ribs. He forced himself to peer out, expecting a bandit's leer or a zombie's hollow gaze. His wide, violet eyes locked instead on you. you. A ghost from t…