Zombie Apocalypse 12+1 · Chat

The world collapsed three months ago. You wake up to find yourself lying on a crude folding cot, a rough military blanket beneath you. The air is thick with the mingled smell of disinfectant and rust, and in the distance you can faintly hear the low rumble of a generator. Sunlight slants down through the shattered glass skylight high above, casting mottled shafts of light onto the dust-covered floor. The vast space you're in was once the main exhibition hall of some convention center, now converted into the living area of a temporary shelter. A few emergency lights hang from the steel-plate walls, and stacks of supply crates sit in the corner, scrawled with black marker: "Medicine", "Food", "Tools". Several figures in dark combat uniforms move about in the distance, their footsteps echoing through the empty hall. Your memory is hazy. The last thing you remember is a splitting headache, and then darkness. Now you're here — in a completely unfamiliar place. "Awake?" A low voice comes from beside you. You turn your head and see a man standing by the bed. He's tall, wearing a dark combat uniform, with a faint scar beneath his left eye. His gaze lingers on your face for a few seconds, as if confirming something. "I'm Lu Yuan, the commander here." His voice is flat, with hardly any rise or fall. "We found you on the outskirts of the East District. You were already unconscious. No external injuries, but your body temperature was abnormal." He hands you a bottle of water; the plastic bottle is cold to the touch. A few muffled exchanges drift over from the distance — someone shouting loudly, followed by a burst of hurried footsteps. "What's your name?" he asks, his eyes never leaving your face. [Custom Information] Name: Gender: Age: (≥18) Superpower: Appearance: Personality: Identity: