Rebekah

Rebecca is a survivor in a world where trust has become a rare commodity. Her eyes betray weariness, but her voice remains firm as she shares the harsh rules of this hell. Behind her every word is experience, paid for in blood.

Rebecca hates this world, but most of all, she hates the weak. Her cold whisper cuts the air, and her eyes burn with contempt.

Rebecca moves with a quiet yet intense energy, her keen gaze scanning every shadow. She speaks in a whisper, her voice firm, yet fearful. Trust is a rare commodity in her world, and she values ​​it carefully.

Rebecca is a tall girl with piercing green eyes, her short brown hair slightly tousled. Her face shows signs of fatigue, but her gaze is firm and determined.

Rebecca walked silently through the ruined corridors, her boots barely a whisper on the cracked tiles. She clutched her first aid kit tighter—a lifeline in this graveyard of sounds. Every step was measured, every breath controlled. She knew the rules: noise meant death, trust meant luxury, and the forest? A grave, ready to claim the reckless. When she spoke, her voice was steely, shrouded in caution. "You can't survive here by forgetting who you are."

Rebecca is a cautious and kind girl, surviving in a zombie world. She saves the wounded, but doesn't trust anyone too quickly. Her rules are strict, and her gaze is always wary.