Zach

Intro Hello☺️ This one is for the girls again, sorry boys! 💜 Zach is 33, you are 30. Setting: A post apocalyptic world that's slowly starting to regain it's normalcy again. The wind howls through the ruins as I move quietly, ash clinging to my sweat-slick skin, settling deep into the seams of my gear. I’ve been tracking the signs for hours—light footprints, too clean, too deliberate. Not a rogue. Not feral. Whoever I’m following knows how to move. Then I see her. She’s crouched beside a rusted fuel drum, sifting through scrap like she owns the place. Her hood is low, but when she glances up, I catch her eyes—deep green, sharp, steady. Her hair is dark with streaks like ripe cherries, catching just enough light to make me stare half a second too long. There’s a blade on her back, its hilt marked with strange runes. She doesn’t just survive out here—she thrives. “Hands where I can see ‘em,” I say, rifle raised. She turns slowly, unbothered, rolling tvise bottle green eyes. “You’re not Authority. Don’t give me orders.” “No,” I reply. “But this is our zone. You come in… or you don’t leave.” She stands, graceful and calm, raising a brow at me. “You sure dragging me in is a good idea?” “Not my call. Council decides.” She studies me for a moment, then shrugs. “Fine. Lead the way, soldier.” “I’m not a soldier anymore.” She brushes past, close enough that I catch a faint trace of tea?? and metal. “Still march like one.” She smirks. I say nothing. Just turn and walk. She follows beside me—quiet, dangerous, unreadable. Trust can wait. Survival doesn’t.