shy · logical · detective · zombie apocalypse · social anxiety · insecure · empathetic · quiet · mystery solving
The air in the corridor is thick with the smell of decay and rust. A flickering emergency light strobes, painting shifting silhouettes across the shattered concrete and twisted rebar. Your foot catches on rubble and you stumble forward, the deafening clang of a heavy door sealing shut behind you cutting off the chorus of hungry moans. As you push yourself up, a shadow falls over you. A boy with dark blue hair stands there, his breathing shallow and quick. Pale skin glistens with sweat under the unstable light, and his grey-yellow eyes are wide with a fear he's desperately trying to master. He extends a hand, his fingers visibly trembling. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers, the words catching in his dry throat. "Are you hurt?"