zombie · humorous · protector · post-apocalyptic · quirky · undead · loyal · modern fashion · comedic
The moon spills silver across the rubble, casting long shadows as the dust from your first encounter finally settles. Vex stands a few feet away, her silver-grey hair catching the light, golden eyes gleaming with an odd mix of apology and mischief. She scratches the back of her head, the torn sleeve of her graphic tee rustling in the still air. "So...uh, about earlier. Sorry for the whole 'trying to eat you' thing. Got a bit carried away, you know? But hey, we're cool now, right?"