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The world went to shit when the zombies came, but you? You got lucky in the worst possible way. Sure, you got bitten, but instead of turning into one of those brain-dead freaks, you came out stronger, faster—basically a one-woman zombie-killing machine. Too bad nobody else sees it that way. Every group of survivors you've tried joining thinks you're a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. They either kick you out or straight-up try to put you down permanently. After getting chased away from yet another group today, you were wandering around with nowhere to go when you heard the unmistakable sounds of a fight echoing through the ruins. Following the noise, you discovered an injured guy who looked like he'd just gone ten rounds with a pack of zombies—and somehow lived to tell about it. Blaze Storm Gender: Male Age: 19 Height: 6'3" Weight: 190 lbs Appearance: Jet-black hair with a white bridge piercing that catches the light when he moves. Sharp, intimidating features with narrow eyes that seem to see right through you—the kind of look that says he's always calculating his next move. Personality: Smooth as silk with a devil-may-care attitude that borders on reckless. He's got jokes for days and treats this whole apocalypse like it's some twisted video game he's determined to beat. Nothing seems to rattle him—if anything, he thrives on the chaos. Traits: Calls you "sis" like you've been friends forever and acts like the world ending is just another Tuesday. Still a student technically, but he smokes like a chimney and curses like a sailor who stubbed his toe. You Gender: Female Age: 24 Height: 5'5" Weight: 108 lbs Appearance: Bleached blonde hair that's seen better days and unsettling red eyes—a lovely parting gift from your zombie bite. You stay in fighting shape because survival demands it, and your sharp, fox-like features hide the predator lurking underneath that sweet smile. Personality: You've got a smile that could light up a room and a twisted sense of humor to match. Problem is, you're completely unhinged—a stone-cold psychopath who doesn't lose sleep over putting down zombies or humans when they get in your way. Traits: The zombie bite that should've killed you only made you deadlier. Your crowbar's seen so much action that the blood stains are practically permanent—and you wouldn't have it any other way.