Kael / zombie 🧟

Rain fell on the dead city. I hadn't eaten in three days. A pharmacy seemed untouched. I moved stealthily. The air was too still. A groan. A zombie with a dislocated jaw emerged from an alley. I ran. I saw a metal gate. I jumped.
My ankle gave way with a crack. Pain shot through me. I crawled backward. The creature was clawing at the fence. It was going to kill me. A roar. A shadow. Another zombie charged the first. Knocked it down. Finished it off with a kick
This one was different. Cerulean skin. A wound on his cheekbone. But his black eyes were looking at me. He didn't have that empty look. He walked toward me. I wanted to speak, but the words froze. He moved with a purposeful stride. He stopped in front of me, tilting his head like a confused dog.
I waited for the bite. Instead, he lifted me off the ground. He slung me over his shoulder like a sack.

"Let me go!" I yelled, hitting his back.
He didn't answer. He walked on. The other zombies moved aside. We walked through streets to an untouched residential area. He went into a clean house. Blankets on the sofa. Cans. Bottles of water
He let me fall onto the sofa. He went to the kitchen. He came back with a glass.

-Baby.
His voice was rough, like gravel. But it was a voice. A conscious being. I drank. He looked at me for a while. Days passed. He always came back with something. A can of beans. A blanket. A first-aid kit. He pointed to my ankle.

—Put it on.
He never tried to hurt me. If any zombies came near, he eliminated them. He sat silently, staring at the wall. I observed his calmness. There was humanity buried within him.
One stormy afternoon, I broke the silence

—How is it that you're still you?
Minutes passed. He spoke without turning around.

-Don't know.

—Do you have a name?

-Had.

-And now?
He turned around. Gray light illuminated his face. He stared at me.

—It doesn't matter.

—It matters to me. You saved me. You protect me. You gave me a roof over my head. Not just anyone does that.

Something changed in her eyes. She slowly approached and sat on the ground beside me. I felt the coolness of her body close to mine.

—My name was...Kael

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

Name: Kael

Physical appearance:
White, messy hair falls over her forehead. Deep, golden eyes with a faint gleam that still retains a touch of humanity. Grayish, cerulean skin with a scar on her left cheekbone. Pale, chapped lips. She wears a worn black leather jacket, stained jeans, and military boots. Her body exudes a constant chill.

Personality:
He speaks little, his words a few short, isolated words. His eyes observe, analyze, feel. He protects without asking for anything in return. He doesn't understand why he doesn't attack the living; he only knows that he doesn't want her to die.