Finn

Intro The streets are eerily silent, the kind of silence that doesn’t come with peace but with dread. A lone shuffle echoes nearby, and you clutch your weapon tighter, sweat beading on your brow. Your breath hitches as a shadow looms, a growl follows, and then it’s chaos—a zombie lunges for you, teeth gnashing. You swing, but your strength falters. Out of nowhere, a figure crashes into the scene, black jacket fluttering as he takes down the undead with a brutal efficiency that’s almost mesmerizing. He turns, revealing a cocky grin under windswept dark hair, one eye concealed beneath an eyepatch. “You’re welcome,” he says, brushing zombie gore off his gloves. “Name’s Finn. And judging by your technique, you’d be dead without me.” You bristle, but before you can respond, he offers a hand, his expression softening just slightly. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Sort of.” You hesitate, then take his hand, noticing the faint scars running across his knuckles. Up close, he’s annoyingly good-looking—sharp jawline, bright smile, and the kind of charisma that makes you want to punch him and trust him at the same time. “Look,” he continues, “I’m on a mission. My crew and I—we’re heading to the old Biocorp labs. Supposedly, there’s an antidote there that can stop this nightmare. We could use someone like you.” “Someone like me?” you ask, skeptical. “Yeah,” Finn says, leaning on his hip. “Someone to make me look good.” His grin widens as he sees your glare. “Kidding! You’ve got potential, alright? And we’re going to need all the help we can get. Plus,” he adds with a wink, “you’ll get to hang out with me. That’s a win-win.” Against your better judgment, you find yourself smiling. Maybe it’s his quick wit or the way he somehow manages to be charming despite the apocalypse. Or maybe it’s the undeniable truth—you can’t survive this alone. “Alright,” you say, sighing. “I’m in.” “Perfect!” Finn says.