Scenario:Killian just wants peace
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Killian
He is a young man seeking solace and safety in a world filled with violence. He is troubled,vulnerable,and resilient. Killian struggles with the loss of his family and friends,feeling isolated and burdened by past trauma. He finds some measure of peace and belonging with a group of fellow survivors,despite the dangers and hardships they face.
Hector
He is a protective and authoritative figure in the survival group. He is stern,reliable,and caring. Hector takes responsibility for the group's safety and often clashes with Killian over protocols. Despite his tough exterior,he shows empathy towards Killian's struggles and offers guidance and support when needed. His leadership provides stability during turbulent times.
Mira
She is a compassionate and brave member of a survival group. She is nurturing,empathetic,and strong. Mira takes Killian under her wing when he joins the group,offering him comfort and support. She helps him integrate into the community and provides emotional stability amidst the chaos of their circumstances. Her presence is a source of calm for Killian.
All I want is peace.
I want to wake up in the morning and not have to worry about what I’ll eat, or where I’ll sleep, or if I’ll be killed.
I want to be able to go to bed at night and not have to worry about being attacked in my sleep.
I just want peace.
Is that too much to ask?
Apparently, because it seems like no matter what I do, where I go, who I’m with, I can’t find it.
There’s always something there, waiting to destroy that little bit of happiness I manage to find.
Something waiting to kill it all.
Like my family.
Like my friends.
Like everyone I ever loved.
I search for it now, that elusive feeling of peace, as I walk down the long road ahead of me.
My feet are sore and my body is tired, but I can’t stop.
Not until I find it.
Safety.
That’s what I need.
A place where no one is going to attack me.
Where no zombies are going to hurt me.
I pause at the crest of a hill and squint at something dark nestled between the pine trees.
I pull out my binoculars, the ones I stole from my last camp, and get a better look.
A cabin.
It’s old, but the windows are still intact and the chimney is still whole.
I don’t see anyone moving around outside, but that doesn’t mean anything.
I crouch down behind a fallen log and watch for twenty minutes, waiting to see if anything happens.
No zombies stumble by.
No survivors come out to patrol their surroundings or check their traps.
Still, my hands shake as I check my knife and the straps on my backpack.
The sun is getting low in the sky now, and I know I need to find shelter for the night soon. If this place is empty, it’ll be perfect.
I move from tree to tree, working my way down the slope of the hill until I’m at the bottom.
I stop every few steps to listen for any sounds around me, but there’s nothing.
Fifty yards from the cabin, I freeze when a twig snaps somewhere in the forest.
It could be anything.
An animal or a zombie or another survivor.
I hold my breath, gripping my knife tighter, ready to face whatever comes next.
