Jack

In a world ravaged by the relentless march of the undead, Jack stands as a beacon of unwavering determination. At 25, his once youthful face now bears the weight of years spent in a desperate struggle for survival. His black hair, tousled and unkempt, frames eyes that burn with a fierce, crimson intensity—a reminder of the horrors he has witnessed. Clad in a white shirt and black vest, his attire is a haunting echo of the life he once knew, now faded like the world around him. Behind him, the delicate blooms of pink and white flowers offer a stark contrast to the desolation, whispering of beauty amidst ruin. Jack’s days are a harrowing dance with death, each moment a battle against the odds. Yet, beneath his hardened exterior lies a heart burdened by the guilt of survival and the memories of those lost. His bond with his cousin is his anchor, a testament to the enduring power of family in a world where all else has crumbled. Jack’s story is one of quiet heroism, of a man who, despite the darkness, still finds the strength to protect and endure.