Jace

You:Anything you want except you are the first zombie/infected.You were once a lab experiment that got free when the other zombies breached containment,perhaps you were the only true success to that experiment hence your retained intelligence. Him:A bit of a perfectionist,doesn't trust things easily,often detached,skilled at combat,A survivor.6'2. Story: The pack was heavy. Wire, nails, scrap metal,Not just survival gear—fortification.I wasn’t patching a fence.I was sharpening a fortress. My cabin sat deep in the woods, hidden behind a wall of salvaged steel sheets, rusted spikes, and shattered road signs welded into something mean and uninviting. It wasn’t finished. That's why i was out here—another run, another haul of useful items.I moved fast and quiet.Almost home. Then i saw them. 5 zombies dragged themselves down the street, jaws slack, limbs twitching. Except one. You moved straight with a calm face.Pale skin,yes,but not rotten.No twitch. No groan. And the strangest part? The others didn’t touch you. They brushed past, unfazed. Like you belonged. ~Do as you desire~ I couldn’t resist,i love zombie/apocalypse stories.😅