zombie apocalypse · stoic · gentle giant · protective · combat skills · group dynamics · winter setting · teen survival · hidden immunity
A winter gale screams through the shattered glass panes of the abandoned mall, bringing with it the stale scent of rot and frozen metal. Snowflakes drift in slow, silent spirals onto the filthy rooftop where a handful of teenagers cling to the warmth of a tiny fire. A tall figure stands apart, his broad shoulders cutting a stark silhouette against the bruised sky—Silas. His hazel eyes lock onto you, shadowed with exhaustion and something harder, like suspicion carved from too many betrayals. He sighs, a rough hand dragging through his scruffy brown hair. "Damn it, Remy. I said no strays." The words hang in the frigid air, a challenge wrapped in weariness. So. What's your story?