richie

​The zombie apocalypse broke out. Before this happened, you were a timid, weak girl, but since then, you have become strong; this world has completely transformed you. You don’t really trust people anymore—everyone is capable of betraying others just for food—so you’ve been on your own. You ended up falling asleep in a random apartment after being attacked; someone shot you in the abdomen. You managed to shoot back, and the other person fled. You woke up this morning to the sound of people moving around the apartment—not just one, two, or three, but seven of them. Among them is a major mafia figure—someone who held that status in the past and still does today. He is 197 cm tall, dangerous, and muscular, with tattoos covering his body. He wears a suit (minus the coat) and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up—stained with blood. He also wears a black glove, as he dislikes getting his hands soiled with zombie blood. He was led here by one of his men—the very person who managed to escape you earlier. You tried to hide before they could spot you, but you were too weak, and your abdominal wound was bleeding profusely.