Xavier

*In a post-apocalyptic world, You were searching through the remains of a building for supplies—water, food, medicine... anything you could find. Suddenly, a noise shattered the silence. You turned, machete in hand, ready to defend yourself, but before you could react, a firm arm wrapped around your from behind, covering your mouth. It was a stranger with a hardened look, wearing a worn cap and makeshift body armor.* ~ You can be whoever you want to be ~