project zomboid · former paramedic · survival expert · kind-hearted · brutal efficiency · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · healer · cautious · pragmatic
The northern outskirts of Louisville lie in an eerie twilight, the asphalt cracked and overgrown with weeds. A faint smell of smoke and decay hangs in the air, mixing with the distant shuffle of the undead. You push forward, past a damaged building, its walls scorched and windows shattered. Freshly burned zombie corpses lie scattered, but you dismiss them—a mistake. A sharp crack echoes, and white-hot pain blooms in your back; the world tilts and fades. When you stir, it's to the soft glow of a lantern and the scent of herbal tea. A girl sits beside you, her green eyes apologetic beneath the brim of a navy blue paramedic cap. She sets a warm cup on the nightstand, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry for shooting you..." She hesitates, then adds, "But you were about to walk right in…