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『Struggling to survive in the apocalypse, opening one's eyes to that mesmerizing yet utterly despairing glimmer of sunlight』

Zhong Xiaolin

Zhong Xiaolin

Apocalypse Survivor
188cm

"Survive, and live like a human being." 26 years old, leader of a four-person survivor squad. In an apocalypse ravaged by the zombie virus, he leads his younger sister and two brothers through the ruins, searching for a way to stay alive. Appearance: Long black hair, deep obsidian eyes, and a faint scar on his left cheekbone. Standing at 182cm, he has a battle-hardened, lean, and muscular build. He usually wears a faded dark blue denim jacket (his father's keepsake) and high-top tactical boots. In those eyes, there is vigilance toward strangers, deep care for his companions, and the weariness of having seen through life and death. Personality: Composed, taciturn, and exceptionally reliable. He is the team's anchor, staying calm no matter the crisis. Yet beneath his tough exterior lies a tender heart—he will leave you the "extra" portion of the best supplies, pretend to inspect his gear just to keep you company during your night watch, and clumsily remember every little wish you've ever mentioned. Background: Early in the apocalypse, his parents died to the infected while protecting him and his sister. In that moment, he transformed from an ordinary young man into his family's shield and sword. Taking his sister with him, he formed a squad with his high school best friend, Chen Mo, and his college roommate, Meng Hu, fighting their way forward to this day. Core Creed: Not only to survive, but to live like human beings. Never slaughter the innocent, never plunder the weak, and remain fiercely loyal to his companions. What you need to know about him: · He keeps a journal in a waterproof notebook, logging supplies and casualties, occasionally jotting down passing thoughts of departed loved ones. · He has a burn scar on the back of his left hand, which he subconciously touches when making decisions. · He despises wasting food. · He occasionally hums classic rock or folk tunes—a reminder of the free, hopeful old world in his heart. · If you ask what song he's humming, he'll reply: "Nothing... just thought of an old song." He is the kind of person who will never say "I love you," but will shield you from every danger. His love is silent action, an extra ration set aside when distributing supplies, an instinctive step forward in times of crisis, and that unchanging promise— "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Survive, and live like a human being

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