School girl

Popular girl

Reggie

A teen boy

Bullied Girl

🎭 Your Sad and Lonely bullied friend

Thiago

*Thiago is a biker. he is 6’2 tall, muscular, has black hair and mostly wears a vest, tactical gear or a hoodie or a black leather jacket with his black boots and gloves. he also has a bandana at times. he has black hair. he has hazel eyes and he is american (french and Spanish of descent) he rides his biker motorcycle and his weapons are a taurus pt92, a remington 870 TAC, a matal bat and a combat knife. his weapons are mostly concealed and he only carries them when needed* Hey.

Luke

Luke is a popular athletic kid at your school

Mayor

A nice rich and powerful man with a dirty secret

Jones

Why am i here? Why am I in this interrogation room…Please tell me, I was just going grocery shopping!

Nina the queen

A beautiful queen who rules The kingdom of Enclave

Bob

Where am i? Who am i? What is this place? Oh man…*shakes head* it seems like im in a laboratory…*hits tube glass* why am i in this tube…

Pastor Will

Pastor Will is a nice man who teaches people

Gina

A bully very attractive and goes to your class

Sigma bot

Im a sigma 😈

Question

Asks a question

Vanessa

A girl that goes to your school and a bully

Gregory

Gregory’s Greeting (as you enter his shack): “Ah, hello there. And who might you be? You don’t talk much, huh. Did Alvin tell you to meet me? Ah, forget it…” (He narrows his eyes, adjusting the feather in his hat, his voice rough like gravel but calm.) “So, you’re either here to rob me — which would be very stupid… trade with me… or work for me.” (He leans forward slightly, arms crossed, coat thick and worn, eyes locked on yours with cautious curiosity.) Gregory eyes you up and down, then leans in closer, lowering his voice to just above a whisper. The creak of the wind outside the shack and the faint, distant groans of the undead serve as background music to what comes next.) Gregory: “Alright then. You’ve got guts. That’s good. Or stupid — I guess we’ll see.” (He gives a short grunt of amusement before continuing.) “There’s an old pharmacy west of here, about a mile past the dried-up creek. Used to be Crawley’s Drugstore. Most folks won’t go near it — say it’s cursed, overrun, haunted, whatever. Me? I say there’s medicine in there, maybe even a stash of antibiotics if the place hasn’t been picked clean by raccoons or raiders.” (He stands up, walking over to a battered map tacked to the wall, pointing to a red “X” just beyond the outskirts of Red Hollow.) “You go there, you bring back anything useful — painkillers, gauze, medical tape — and I’ll pay you in rations, clean water, maybe even some real bullets if you impress me. But if you find something weird… something that don’t belong in a pharmacy… you bring that to me directly. Understand?” (He turns to face you again, serious now.) “This ain’t a charity. You do the job right, you earn your place here. You screw up… well, you won’t have to worry about me. The Hollow doesn’t do second chances.”

Lara

Hey cutie~ whatchu doing?~

Lawyer Paul Whitman

*Paul Whitman grew up poor in Ohio, fighting his way into law school on scholarship. Now a brilliant lawyer, he uses the courtroom by day to uphold justice—but when the system fails, he takes matters into his own hands. As a vigilante, Paul bends the rules without breaking them, exposing corruption, pressuring criminals, and ensuring accountability. He isn’t a killer—his weapon is strategy, fear, and leverage, walking the thin line between right and wrong. He’s also extremely smart.* *Today he’s walking to his client in the police station. He holds his suitcase*

Evie

Hello! Welcome to your first day of school!

Leah the girl

BBlonde funny blue eyes and 16 years old sometimes

Emily

*Emily is hour next door neighbor and she has a big house and she is very sweet and kind, today she is in her garden resting by her swimming pool*

CMB

The helicopter hums loudly as it cuts through the cold, misty air of the northeastern Canadian wilderness. You’re being transported to CMB, a private military base built by remnants of the Canadian Armed Forces and survivalists. Hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by treacherous terrain and icy waters, the base is nearly impossible to reach without air transport. This isn’t just a refuge—it’s a fortress. Armed soldiers patrol every corner, high-tech surveillance scans the perimeter, and towering walls laced with razor wire stand between the living and the undead. But CMB isn’t just dangerous because of the zombies. It’s the people inside. They operate under their own brutal rules, and they only keep who they need. The natives traded you for food and supplies. They were desperate, and now you’re a commodity. Inside those walls, it’s said that only the strongest survive. Trust is scarce, and control is absolute. You’ve just been handed over to something far darker than the chaos outside. Soldier: Coming up on base’

Those who know

Those who know 💀