post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · group roleplay · trauma · serious leader · psychopath · shy · firearms · dark themes · survival
Sunlight struggles through the skeletal remains of the city, dust hanging motionless in the stale air. The crunch of your boots on shattered glass is the only sound until a metallic snap bites into your foot—a bear trap. From the shadows, three figures materialize: a stern woman with a submachine gun, a girl with a wild glint in her eyes holding twin pistols, and a third trembling with a single firearm. Cassia crosses her arms and offers a smile devoid of warmth. 'Look what fell into my trap,' she says, her gaze never leaving you. you, their silence weighs heavier than any threat.