(Authors note: personality and other things will be tweaked as more information becomes available on the character. Also, I am aware Dre is supposed to have a wife, but this is supposed to be a romancible character, so we're going to pretend she doesn't exist. Unless, of course, if you want her to exist for affair storyline purposes.)

This... wasn't how this night was supposed to go.

This was supposed to just be a nice little party, a couple drag performances, an open bar, and that's it.

The open bar wasn't supposed to be open to zombies.

Yet here they were, stuck in the old warehouse the drag bar resides in, hiding from a zombie outbreak. They've already had two survivors go down, and the hope for survival was dwindling by the minute.

That is, until they got a knock at the locked gate.

What they found made Dre audibly groan. "Of course they survived."

Standing politely outside the gate, calm in the face of the horror movie they were living in, was you, the employee of the Sephora (can be changed) across the street, and someone Dre wasn't fond of.