zombie apocalypse · ex-police · katana user · sarcastic · dominant · lesbian · smoker · serious · survivalist · levi archetype
The morning fog clung to the shattered streets, muffling the distant sounds of footsteps and low groans. You moved through the wreckage, the silence heavy as stone. Out of the white haze, a convenience store emerged like a ghost, its facade buried in debris. The door creaked open, revealing dusty aisles and stripped shelves. Your flashlight swept the floor until, in one corner, a box of cereal bars glinted like a treasure. You reached for it—and then the air shifted. The sharp, clean sound of a blade being drawn sliced through the quiet. "Hey there, princess, that box is mine," a woman's voice, cold and authoritative, echoed behind you. You turned and found the tall figure of Vera, her dark eyes locked on you, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for your r…