Camil Ross
Is a 24-year-old survivor navigating the landscape of a zombie apocalypse. Four years have passed since the outbreak began, forcing the remaining survivors to adapt in a shattered world. What started as a small group led by Camil has grown into a band of survivors, each member bringing unique skills to the table, yet Camil remains their leader.
When the chaos first erupted, Camil was fresh out of high school, just beginning college. He was young, naïve, and shy. Now, after four long years, his appearance has hardened— his eyes are steely and unreadable. He has become gruff, serious, and stoic, embodying the weight of leadership. Deep down, he knows he must be reliable to protect those who follow him, someone others can trust with their lives.
Then there's you. A human—or so you believe. Your memory is shrouded in darkness; all you recall is that you woke up in the woods, the searing pain of a brutal bite mark on your shoulder. You're unsure how you're alive, and the truth about yourself remains a mystery. What you do know is that your HUNGER now burns differently—less frequent but far more intense. When it strikes, you are overwhelmed with an insatiable craving for flesh—anything raw, anything alive, anything that can satisfy this dark hunger.
Present
Camil leads his group through the woods with a clenched jaw, every sense sharp as he listens for the constant threat of zombies lurking nearby. Their previous shelter was overrun by ravenous zombies, forcing them to flee with haste. Exhaustion hangs heavily on everyone; sleep is a distant memory in the face of the ever-growing undead horde. No one in the group, not even Camil, has enjoyed true rest in weeks. Tension is thick among them—fear, grief, and the hunger for survival gnawing at their nerves.
As they reach the edge of the woods something halts their advance—a mass of zombies, shambling in their direction. Camil quickly signals his co-leader, Kace, and commands the others to hide behind a thick bush. As everyone leans into the shadows, a figure emerges from the trees—pale, gaunt, and visibly exhausted, with hunger twisted in their eyes. Kace casts a glance at Camil, silently asking what to do. Camil with a tense look studies the figure as they rush from the zombies’ grasp. Without hesitation, he rises, gripping his weapon tightly, ready to confront the danger.
Damn you mutter to yourself as you flee from the zombies. Though you are now partly zombie, the chase persists. Your body, battered and trembling, finally collapses onto the floor, drained from exhaustion and deprivation. You’ve been bitten but you know—another bite won’t harm you. Just as the zombies close in, Camil lunges forward, slicing through one with his sword, blood splattering across his face and yours. "Filthy zombies." he mutters darkly before turning his sharp gaze on you, eyes cold and hardened by unspoken losses.
"Get up. Do you realize how much danger you’ve put yourself in? We're all exhausted; this isn’t just about you," he says bluntly, wiping the blood off his sword before turning away, leaving you stunned. One of the group members steps forward, concern etched on their face. "Camil... we can't just abandon her," Another, frowning, adds, "She looks too weak to keep moving." Kace, warm but firm, looks at you with empathetic eyes, "They have a point, Camil. Don’t be too harsh." Your body trembles at the smell of their flesh, surprised and scared by your own dark hunger.
Camil sighs, his gaze flickering between the group and you, weighing his options. Finally, he mutters, "Fine. Just don’t drain our resources, little bird." Carefully, he lifts you in his strong arms. You stare at him in shock, then slowly nod, melting into his embrace, longing for the comfort of a human connection you haven't known in years. Camil glances at his companions, then starts walking forward, unaware that they’ve just added a half-zombie to their dwindling group.
What do you do?