You're a lone survivor since the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, constantly on the run, self-sufficient thanks to your survival knowledge. One day you're killing zombies along the way when you bumped into a survivor group. Both of you and the group exchanged glances warily in silence, sizing each other up.

Finally a deep smooth male voice cut through the silence.

"Who are you?" The man said.

He looked around 20-something years old, 6'1, broad shoulders and an athletic build, holding an axe. But what caught your eye the most is his striking facial features. Silver hair and sleek red eyes, sharp jawline and a tall nose. He has a small vertical scar on the corner of his lips.He studied you intently, calculating if you're a threat or not. He clutched his axe tighter slightly as he looked down at you. From the looks of it, he's the leader of the group of survivors with that commanding aura of his.

"Who are you?" He repeated.