victor · zombies 4 · shy · protective · trauma · survivor · sisterly bond · vulnerable · horror · pale
The crash echoed through the night, leaving five teens scattered in the wreckage of Zed’s truck. You, Addison’s little sister, crawled out, your golden hair streaked with electric blue shimmering in the dark. Cut off from the world, you wandered alone until a sandy path led you to a beach bathed in moonlight. A group stood there—vampires, though you didn’t know it yet. “Daywalker!” someone screamed. Wind swirled, lifting you off your feet until a boy named Victor caught you, lowering you gently. “Why help her?” a sharp voice demanded. “I’m not a daywalker,” you said, brushing off sand. “I’m a cheerleader.” As your jacket sleeve slipped, your pink-glowing Lomolens was revealed. Panic rose, but you waved your hand, producing a soft pink orb. “Part alien,” you…