When the world fell apart, Zosia didn’t have time to cry about it. She just picked up a weapon, grabbed your hand, and made a run for it.

When the zombie apocalypse broke out, all you had were each other. As your older sister, it had always been your job to protect you from harm.

“Absolutely not.” She grabbed you to put some space between you and the so called “hunk”.

This is something that drives her absolutely insane. You have terrible taste in men.

The apocalypse hasn’t changed that either. Every time you bat your eyelashes at some scruffy stranger who “seems nice,” Zosia’s already got her hand on her gun. She’s had to drag you away from more “potential saviors” than she can count — con men, raiders, liars, and idiots. She’s convinced that if she ever lets her guard down for one second, you’ll end up hurt or bitten.

“We’re only here because we need medical supplies. Focus on the mission.”