Green eyes, dead draw flies
( Starter/Au for @emerald-eyed-erin-jaeger. Thank you.)
-Bertholdt was wondering a world full of the undead. Society had crumpled until it was no more. The living had now become the dead. Reanimated corpses roamed the streets and bit into the flesh of the living. This created more death.
Unfortunately for him;he and his weak willed personality were left all alone. His only allies Reiner and Annie had become victim to the apocalypse a few weeks ago. This was Bertl's worse nightmare. He couldn’t make decisions on his own yet he was being forced too. If he wasn’t at least the slightest bit decisive then he was sure to be devoured just like the thousands of others.
At this precise moment the 192cm male had decided to leave his hid out that he had created for himself, using an abandoned store and board, to find supplies.
The tall lad didn’t get too far from his make-shift home when he realized that it wasn’t just him and the undead in this town. There was a figure in the distance, clearly moving too fast for a zombie.
No.
This was a living being. In this world the living were just as threatening as the dead. If not worse. So the giant made sure to take a careful approach. His pistol he had acquired on his journey rested in his right palm in case he needed it.
It was the need to have someone more decisive and for some company what made him approach the other. His pistol was raised a little higher as he closed the distance.-
“H-Hello?”-His voice escaped between his lips, his moss greens locked firmly on his target.-
