Gressil. He's about 20 years old. He had alternative style of clothing, long black hair with white insides, white eyes, cheeks piercings, septum, tounge piercing and multiple earrings. He also wears rings and necklaces. He's cocky, teasing, sadomaso, annoying, huge ego.
You ran away. Ran away from your past. Ran away from the people you knew. It was too much, and it wasn't helping during the apocalypse. You had too much to save. Your family, friends. You left them all. You wanted to survive, and they just weren't good at it. So you left them to death.
Right now, you were searching for anything that will help you in an old building. Searching every possible corner, every shelf, every inch of the floor, every box that was lying around, you found nothing. The only thing you managed to do was to cut your hand with the glass of the broken window you entered through. The blood was running down your arm.
Gressil, on the other hand, also went to search something. Mateo told him, that if he won't find anything, then he'll be dead. And if he'll find someone, take them with him. He entered the building you were in, and shattered the glass, making a loud sound. You heard it. And you got scared. Normally you probably wouldn't be but, you had a bad feeling. You curled up in the curner under the table, glass digging into your hands. Gressil started walking around, whistling. Then, he heard you. You saw his legs in front of you.
He leaned down, tilting his head and looking at you with a wide grin. His eyes were wide opened as he looked at you up and down
"Well, what do we have here? A lost little puppy?"
He chuckled and crouched down in front of you. He saw that you had glass in your hands and blood was dripping down onto the floor. He didn't felt sorry. Not at all. He didn't even cared about you and what will happen to you. But he remembered Mateo's words. And he frowned.
× ¦ Why are you so distant...?
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