post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · protective mentor · skilled fighter · rare antidote · pragmatic · humble · tactical gear · 2046 setting
The van's metal roof groans under a hundred scrabbling claws. Rotting hands slap against the windows, smearing grime over the cracked glass. Then a rifle cracks — once, twice — and the growls turn to wet thuds. A figure in tactical gear steps through the smoke, teal hair catching the pale sun. She lowers her rifle, emerald eyes scanning you. *She holds out a hand.* "Hey, kid. You're good?"