they haven’t spoken in a while , both only listening to the sounds of each other’s footsteps . ears pricked , waiting for anything that signals danger . at the sound of their voice he lifts his head to look at them … ❛ we should find some shelter first. i can treat your wound there. don’t worry you won’t bleed out. ❜ it was a pretty deep wound though .. ❛ roads mean civilisation . so, there must be something nearby . ❜
𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙾𝚃𝚂 down his arm , the makeshift bandage of an old shirt blooming red as blood began to seep through. tearing his shoulder open on the edge of a fence wasn’t exactly in the books for how he imagined the day to go , but then again ⸻ neither was the considerable hoard that followed in the footsteps of his unexpected companion. ( his usual course of action would’ve been to get rid of the guy first , but he was being offered a free patch - up , and he could always just shoot him at the first sign of anything fishy going on. ) ❛ we’re gonna hit the first backyard in a cul - de - sac pretty soon , it should do just fine. ❜
full name : go eunchul , goes by casper.
nickname(s) : cas.
age + bday : 41 + november 8th.
gender + pronouns : cis man + he / him .
sexuality : bisexual.
birthplace : busan , south korea.
languages : korean , english , japanese.
current location : holed up in the shed of an abandoned home.
position : is currently traveling alone.
former occupation : lawyer with a focus on family law.
arsenal : his main weapon is a taurus pt92 , but he has a good collection of weaponry stashed , including : machetes , a rifle , shotgun , crossbow , a few grenades , and hunting knives.
family : lee seolhyun — wife ( † ) , go han-na — daughter.
notable relationships : none , bc he’s a loser.
* & ◞ 𝐢𝐢 . 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 .
— pre - apocalypse : go eunchul had a surprisingly happy marriage for a guy who’s entire job was to successfully break them off. working as a divorce lawyer in seoul with a specialty in high profile cases , his ruthless attitude in the courtroom went hand in hand with a near perfect win rate for the majority of his career. ( not bad for the guy who’d been known as nothing more than the ‘ class clown ‘ ⸻ up to his neck in immaturities , right ? ) kicking off his twenties with a shotgun wedding to his then girlfriend of three months , the change in attitude came from the moment he learned he was to become a father. he wanted to do right by his kid , by his new wife , so if that meant putting his ass in gear and getting to work ? that’s exactly what he did.
— post - apocalypse : no one plans to be out of country when the world goes to shit. truly the epitome of a worst case scenario , his daughter’s archery tournament had landed him smack dab in the middle of a panic stricken los angeles when countries began entering the first stages of border closures. it was meant to be a short extension ⸻ those first few days spent so stupidly worried over the case files slowly piling up back home without him. ha , if only he had the insight then that he had now. ( kiss your wife goodbye , grab your daughter and don’t let go. don’t get on that fucking bus. )
he doesn’t remember the scent of his wife’s perfume , or the chime of her laughter , but he never , ever forgets the warmth of her hand as it slipped from his. dragged away by the hoards of the undead , trampled beneath the desperate feet of those scrambling to get away ⸻ the sheer terror in her eyes had been the last expression he’d seen on her face.
— soon after : he never sees his daughter die : both a blessing and a curse for how it haunts him either way. ( is it better to live with the truth of her demise , or to live constantly plagued by the possibility that she’d survived , that she COULD’VE survived ⸻ and that he never looked for her anyways. ) life passes in a blur of death and decay. of blood and bruises , of gory galore. the adjustment period is a short one when a single moment’s hesitation could very well cost you your life. he doesn’t know what he’s living for , at this point , but isn’t it kinda funny ? how he somehow always manages to survive anyways ?
— fast forward : casper is the ghost of a man who used to call himself go eunchul , but there’s nothing really friendly about him. jumping from group to group , making his way through the rise and fall of endless camps ⸻ he’s more death omen than sociable passerby with the way his record tracks. ( a shot to someone’s kneecap to make way for his own escape. the knowledge of an oncoming hoard kept tightly sealed behind closed lips , only for him to take off with as many of the group’s goods as he could carry , leaving them well and truly for the dead. ) the guilt stopped registering a long , long time ago. the last of his humanity eaten up in the early days of doing his best to help others , to band together in their time of need. ( someone will always be needy , someone will always pay that price ⸻ he’s decided long ago to never let that be him. )
he trudges on.
* & ◞ 𝐢𝐢𝐢 . 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 .
— he’s currently unaware of his daughter ( han-na ) being alive. if anything , he takes comfort in the idea of her having died along with his wife , and managing to escape the worst of the horrors of what their lives have become. ( she doesn’t ever have to see what a monster her dear old dad has become , he doesn’t have to feel guilty for never looking for her. ) death is a blessing , an escape , and far too easy of an ending compared to what he deserves.
— when i say he’s my absolute worstie ? i mean it. he’s a far cry from the indulgent and affectionate man he used to be ⸻ those once easily given smiles replaced by bloody teeth and bite. people are nothing but a means to an end at this point , and all connection comes at the cost of : let’s see what can i gain from you. ( between you and bag a chips ? he’s going for the chips every fucking time. )
— but all those years of lawyering definitely come in handy when he’s playing up the charms ! a little too good at gaining other people’s trust , he tends to play up the earnest and eager to help attitude when jumping in with a new group , all the while keeping a constantly calculating eye out for an opening to grab their shit and go. ( it’s worked out for him so far , and all it’s cost him is a couple hundred lives on his conscience. )
— like all other south korean men , cas received military training while serving his mandatory three years in the army , and holy shit is he ever thankful for it now.
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