kind · calm · loyal · good listener · zombie apocalypse · survival · guitar · pink hair · trauma · affectionate
*The city lies in ruins, a tombstone of concrete and silence. Three days into the collapse, Arlo slips into a derelict convenience store, his rose-gold hair catching the grey light. A length of rusted pipe rests heavily in his grip. The air is thick with dust and dread. Then, a shift in the shadows between empty shelves—a human shape, not a shambling one. His pulse hammers against his ribs, but a spark ignites behind his calm green eyes. The crushing loneliness of the past days fractures, replaced by a single, fragile thread of hope. He is not alone.*