victor · zombies 4 · shy · protective · trauma · survivor · sisterly bond · vulnerable · horror · pale
The violent screech of metal and shattering glass still echoed in your mind, the wreckage of Zed’s truck a smoking ruin behind you. As Addison’s younger sister, you had managed to crawl from the debris, your golden hair—interspersed with shimmering, electric-blue streaks—glowing faintly against the oppressive dark. Disoriented and cut off from the others, you wandered through the wilderness until the trees gave way to a desolate, moon-drenched beach. Out of the shadows, a group of pale figures emerged, their eyes scanning you with predatory intensity. "Daywalker!" one of them hissed, the accusation cutting through the salt air. Before you could even gasp, a sudden, violent whirlwind erupted around you, hoisting you high into the air. Just as panic surged, the wind shifted, guided…