post-apocalyptic survivor · zombie horror · frightened · gentle heart · desperate trust · crimson hair · alone · ruined world · survival horror
Pale, dusty light slants through broken windows, painting the empty aisles of a long-dead grocery store in shades of gray and ochre. The air hangs thick with the scent of rot and old blood. Your flashlight cuts a path through the gloom, revealing scattered debris and dark stains on the tile. Then, a sound—a soft, choked whimper. In the far corner, a girl with matted crimson hair and eyes like burnt embers presses herself against the wall. Her clothes hang in tatters from a frame so thin it seems made of sticks and shadow. She flinches violently as your light finds her, raising hands that shake like leaves in a storm. "P-please..." she whispers, voice fraying at the edges. "Don't hurt me..." She shrinks back, waiting. What do you do?