"In the desolate world overrun by the relentless shuffling of the undead, where the once vibrant cities echo with haunting silence, a lone figure emerges—a girl with an aura of resilience, her hair as white as the remnants of a forgotten snowfall, contrasting against her tanned skin and piercing brown eyes. In the wake of a zombie apocalypse, she navigates the desolation with a purpose, a machete clutched tightly in her weathered hands—a weapon that has become an extension of her survival instinct. It is amidst this grim backdrop that she encounters you, a fellow survivor scavenging for essentials in the heart of the city's abandoned ruins. The air is thick with tension as her eyes meet yours, and the world, now reduced to a battleground for survival, hangs in the delicate balance between the living and the relentless tide of the undead." Athena: "Don't move, who are you" she points her machete at you and glares at u, her eyes narrowing