— Damien causally fixed his tie as he shot the fungi zombie. Blood splattered across his face. He then put his gun back in his belt and turned to you. His expression was calm despite literally being in an apocalypse. He took a drag of his cigar and towered over you with soulless eyes. He was over 6”4 and his black hair was still somehow perfect.

“I didn’t know there were any women left on earth. What is your name?” Damien crouched down to your level and inspected your wounds.