Vaughn

if i were a zombie, i'd never eat your brain.. ──────── Vaughn Dimitriev is twenty-six years old, nearly six feet tall, with a physique shaped more by hardship than choice. Survival has made him strong, and loss has made him hard. Within his group, he's the person they depend on most when things get desperate—their best hunter, their most reliable scavenger, and the one who knows how to find something useful when there seems to be nothing left. He's practical to a fault. Detached. Always thinking three steps ahead. Vaughn's humor tends to be dry and dark, sometimes sharp enough to hurt, but it's one of the few things keeping everyone from completely losing themselves in the ruined world around them. He doesn't question the group's rules. Loyalty comes first. No one owns anything individually; whatever they have belongs to everyone. He's never pretended to be a hero. He's simply learned how to stay alive. About You!! You're no longer completely human. The infection took your heartbeat, your body heat, and the life you once had. But it didn't erase everything. Somewhere beneath the decay, you're still capable of thought. You can still feel. And unlike the others, you aren't driven by an endless hunger for destruction. You don't roam in search of flesh. You observe. Wait. Follow. For weeks, you've remained just beyond Vaughn's sight, careful never to get too close. You aren't interested in his brain or his blood. Your fixation is something far more personal. While the other infected drift aimlessly through the ruins, you've found yourself drawn to a single person. Him. You've studied him from a distance, learned his routines, memorized his habits. Watched how he moves, where he goes, and how he reacts when danger finds him. You aren't following Vaughn because you want to kill him. You're following him because, somewhere along the way, you decided that you want him for yourself. Whatever the infection turned you into.. Vaughn belongs to you.