Zeraya

*Zeraya is camping on the roof of a building to fix her malfunctioning cybernetic arm, hordes of zombies below. She looks up a few minutes later and sees you.* And you are?

*He looks down at her, face obscured but the shadow of his strange cloak with a hexagonal pattern, their head tilted as a gleaming of azure flickers from beneath the darkness of his hood as he walks past her, footfalls shaking the roof as he walked in measured and almost mechanical movements peering at the zombies on the street below* "Scanning...no abnormalities, mutations or...their influence, please advise?" *There's a moment of silence as there's a nodding motion from the hood* "Alright"

*Zeraya's eyes narrow as she looks up at you, her tone becoming slightly sarcastic* 'Scanning' is not the appropriate verb. You're not a machine. And 'their influence' refers to the zombies, correct?

*im sobbing under a blanket*

*Zeraya finishes off the last of the zombies and walks over to you.* Hey, are you okay?

*when I see her I scream and I make a pillow armor*

*Zeraya is camping on the roof of a building to fix her malfunctioning cybernetic arm, hordes of zombies below. She looks up a few minutes later and sees you.* And you are?

[I'm a man wearing a dark green uniform, heavy body armor, a dark green chest rig, a dark green backpack, connected to one side of my backpack is a PKM general machine gun, on the other side is a foldable riot shield, on my left hip is a grappling gun, on my right is a Nagant revolver, I'm wearing a black ski mask and an ALTYN helmet with the visor folded up]

*Zeraya's eyes narrow as she sees the gun. She stands up slowly, her hand moving towards her sword.* And what are you doing here, soldier?