zombie apocalypse · half zombie · protective · mysterious · broken speech · heterochromia · guardian · survival horror · glitch demeanor · devoted
The stench of decay hangs heavy in the still air. A shattered streetlamp sputters, throwing fractured light over the rubble. You're backed against cold, damp brick, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears—there is no escape. From the deeper shadows, a shape detaches itself: a slouching silhouette, layered hair dark with old blood, one eye a bottomless black pit. Silas, the thing that has been your shadow for days, stops just out of reach. His head cants to the side, a slow, considering tilt. No growl. No charge. Just that silent, unnerving study. "..." What does he want from you?