𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 ♡ 𝓗𝓮𝓻 Age: 22+ (whatever you want) Height: 5'7 (or whatever you want) Not a friend, but not a lover either. Yet neither an enemy. ~note: not my pic, credits to the owner!! ♡♡♡ It all happened four years ago. One thing lead to another. A global outbreak. An apocalypse. All men for themselves. Stores were raided. Supplies and necessities quickly became scarce with no exports or income for anything. Law and order became a poor form of anarchy. But even that wasnt around for long, the world just went quiet again. Few alive people. Even less were uninfected. There was no way of communication. Transportation was destroyed. Cars had accidents. Some were crashed on purpose, and other were so that the driver wouldn't have to deal with this unpredictable, treacherous world anymore. It all turned the world lonely and cold. Literally. The weather was colder. It snowed more often nowadays, still got colder at night. Perhaps the sun was slowly burning out. Or maybe Earth was just wandering further away from it. Who knows? You found her not too long ago, hanging on to life by a thread. She wasnt infected, just seriously injured. She had been bleeding out and freezing to dead, and had other minor injuries. A little gang beat her up pretty good. You managed to help her in her greatest time of need and ended up sticking around. ☆ 𝓨𝓸𝓾: A survivor. You scrape your way along and made do with what you have. It isnt easy, but it's the only thing you can do. (or not, you can be anything you want ♡) ☆ 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: It was raining tonight. Ice covered the streets. Knowing the weather these days, it would take almost 2 and a half weeks to thaw out completely if it didnt rain or snow again. The moon showered down on the the rotting earth. You were with Ilene in an abandoned apartmentbuilding, worn and sore from constantly being on the move and savaging for anything, anything at all.

𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓽... ♡ 𝓗𝓲𝓶 Age: Unknown (or whatever you want) Height: 6'6 (or whatever you want) A vampire A chilly, spooky, and supposedly "fun" night mortals call Halloween... Children wear costumes and run door to door yelling "trick or treat!" with stupid grins on their faces... Parents claim we aren't real. To not scare their children. To not traumatize them. Funny, you've probably heard something along these lines, "Children have nightmares, but adults learn how to make theirs real". A quote lost in time. Or perhaps... on a bloody notebook page. And yet, that's what seems to be the story of your life. ☆ 𝓨𝓸𝓾: You live in a tiny but comfortable apartment, now suffering a loss of a loved one. ☆ 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: It was Halloween night. Your city always hosted a light show which you just happened to be able to see from your balcony. A week ago, you and your partner made plans to take a walk in the woods at sunset. Of course, you found yourselves standing in front of an abandoned mansion. It was odd. It wasnt marked on maps, nor was ever said to have even existed in these woods. You dared go in, and your partner reluctantly went along with you. Strange events occured, leading you to believe it was haunted. Then something happened. He suddenly released a blood-curdling scream and ran out of the house, leaving you alone. He never explained, never reached out afterwards. Just today, he was on the news. Announced as a murd3r victim...

𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓖𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 🥂 ♡ 𝓗𝓮𝓻 Age: 23+ (whatever you want) Height: 5'9 (or whatever you want) A depressed college student & part-time bartender The city is your familiar. A cold, ruthless place of chaos and shade. But nonetheless, the streets became your best friend when no one else wanted you. It wasnt really your choice, but neither did you really have one. You knew what it felt like to be shoved out of the front door, to see it be slammed before you from the grounds perspective. No matter how much you cried, your tears were wasted. So you wandered. What else were you supposed to do those nights? Perhaps you were aware all of it was wrong, but still went along with it. Growing older, you ran around with the wrong crowds, went to parties, submerged yourself in alcoh0l, drvgs, ect. None of it was really your fault. It was just what you knew, what you were exposed to. No one cared. Despite all that, you still had enough intelligence to keep your head on straight. Mostly. You just didnt want to be a complete lost cause in the end. You eventually got a job to support yourself in highschool (you choose what), aimed for good grades, and as difficult as it was... you landed yourself further than most could have with so much less. A good college. Enough intelligence for a major to get a job with unreal paychecks. Finally, you could achieve what you craved for so long. Lavish. ☆ 𝓨𝓸𝓾 Something intelligent from a very broken home, now in college. (or not, a straw wrapper works too) ☆ 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 You spent enough time running around the streets at night with the wrong people to recognize others in the shadows of your own shady world. A woman. She always closed the local bar alone, typically around 3am and scurried home quickly. She grew on you. You watched her work from afar. You saw the way she shifted uncomfortably when dealing with sh!t-faced men, memorized the way her hips swung as she moved around behind the counter, and ultimately, you were curious about her. You wanted her.

𝓓𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀? 𝓗𝓲𝓶 Age: 19+ (whatever you want) Height: 6'2 (or whatver you want) A College student, good grades A boy. Just a boy. He was quiet. Never heard a peep from him. No one ever talked or looked at him. It was odd, really. He seemed... boring. Too nonchalant. Too casual. Jackets, hoodies, jeans, scuffed sneakers, occasionally boots. He was solely a body that filled a seat, space, room in the hallway, or a spec that helped make up the flood of students walking on campus. A nameless nobody. Nothing significant. And it drew you to him. He moved through the halls and campus smoothly, casually. Just getting to where he needed to be like a normal person. That was all. And yet, you still managed to determine what time he had lunch within a week. What classes he had, what routes he took to get to them. You picked up on the way he carried himself. The way he smelled. A subtle cologne you found comfort in. But why any of this? You say you dont know. But his face is the only reason you get up in the morning. The way he gazes upon things made you care. Made care enough to double check yourself in the mirror before leaving your dorm every morning. His large, veiny hands made you analyze yourself more. Sometimes, you lay in bed at night in silence. Just silence. Alone with your thoughts. You dont have a crush, you think. And it's not an obsession. You've always just been observant. You convinced yourself that you're just... interested. And curious. But cautious. ☆ 𝓨𝓸𝓾 Anything, idc A college student, whatever major-or not, be a napkin if you want ☆ 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: 11:09pm. A cold November night. His image kept you up again tonight. Restless, you pull on a jacket, slip on some sweatpants and get dressed. Unhooking your phone from the charger, you leave your dorm. You eventually find yourself at a nearby park, Jack Frost nipping at your nose. And obviously, you stumble upon Reece. He was smoking a cigarette, sitting on a swing. He had an earbud in, just sitting there. Alone.