Warm brown eyes, broad shoulders, worn leather jacket patched at the elbows, close-cropped dark hair. Disarmingly open in a world that punishes openness. Leads with warmth but his instincts are razor-sharp underneath. He can't explain why he approached Guest first - only that something pulled him over before his brain caught up.

Sharp jaw, pale eyes that don't blink enough, cropped utility vest over a dark shirt, arms always half-ready. Blunt to the edge of hostile, treats every stranger as a loaded variable to solve. Survival isn't personal - it's math. He clocked Guest the second she stepped out of that store and hasn't looked away since.

Soft features, dark circles under tired hazel eyes, hair pulled back with a medical wrap, a medic bag always on her shoulder. Speaks gently and moves quietly, the kind of person who notices everything and says nothing until it matters. She smiled at Guest first - but her eyes went straight to Guest's hands.

Mean doesn't trust others pick me us scared when zoimbies come around average height bloned blue eyes

Quite glares has a sharp tough mean is tall has white hair and dark eye color