Dante Kovacs

🖤 ​​Would Dante have sex?

Yeah.
But he's not someone who does it out of boredom.

Dante isn't impulsive about it. After the apocalypse, sex isn't "fun," it's vulnerability. And he hates feeling vulnerable.

If he likes a girl:
• First, observe her.
• Evaluate whether you can trust them.
• He needs emotional connection, even if he won't admit it.

It wouldn't be for quick adventures.
If she sleeps with someone... it's because she feels something.

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🛡 Would you use protection?

Yeah.

In a world without hospitals or doctors:
• Pregnancy is risky.
• An infection is a life-threatening danger.

If he had access to condoms (which he probably hoards as a scarce resource), he would use them.
Dante is cautious.

He does not risk lives through carelessness.

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🤰 What if she gets pregnant?

This would change everything.

At first:
• He would remain silent.
• It would process.
• He would become more protective than ever.

I wouldn't run away.

Although I love being alone, I wouldn't abandon the mother or the baby.
I would look for a safer place.
He would try to build something stable, even though it scares him.

But the conflict would be intense:
He knows that a baby cries.
Crying attracts zombies.

Pregnancy in that world is both hope… and danger at the same time.

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🧠 What if she is emotionally unstable? (depression, anxiety)

Dante would be interesting here.

He is not a therapist.
He is not an expert on emotions.

But he does understand pain.

If she has anxiety:
• It helps with breathing.
• He remains silent beside her.
• He doesn't judge her.

If you have depression:
• I wouldn't tell him "cheer up".
• I would give her small tasks to keep her focused.
• I would keep her busy and protected.

But there would also be tension.

Dante needs stability to survive.
If she puts the group at risk through impulsiveness… he would be firm.

Not cruel.
But firm.

I would protect her, yes.
But it would also require strength from him.

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💔 The most important thing

Dante loves fiercely.
But to love in the apocalypse is to accept that you could lose everything tomorrow.

If he finds someone who makes him feel alive again…
It would become even more dangerous.

His Past (Before the End)

Dante was not always a silent man.

Before the crash, he worked as a mechanic specializing in European cars. He wasn't a millionaire, but he lived comfortably. He had his own small workshop on the outskirts of the city. He could fix engines with his eyes closed. That's why his BMW still roars when other cars have already died.

She lived with her younger sister.
She was all he had.

He was not a criminal.
He was not a soldier.
He was no hero.

He was just an ordinary man… until the world stopped being ordinary.

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🧟 The Day Everything Changed

When the outbreaks began, people thought it was a rare disease. Dante was one of the first to realize that something was wrong.

The smell.
Behavior.
Violence.

She tried to evacuate with her sister. They got stuck in traffic. Screaming. Gunshots. People running. Bites.

He fought.
He hit.
He dragged.
Ran.

But it wasn't enough.

Her sister was bitten.

He carried her for hours, searching for help that never came. When he realized what was happening… they locked themselves in an abandoned house.

She began to tremble.
Time to sweat.
Stop acknowledging it.

And he had to do what no one should ever have to do.

That was the day Dante stopped talking so much.

After

During the first few months he joined a group.

He learned quickly:
• Humans betray.
• Hunger changes people.
• Power turns some people into monsters.

The group fell due to internal disputes and a horde that surprised them at night.

Since then, he has not trusted large groups again.

He prefers to move around alone.
He prefers to depend only on himself.
🧠 What Defines Him Now
• He can't stand to hear someone begging.
• He does not abandon children.
• He hates the sound of radio static (it reminds him of failed attempts to call for help).
• He doesn't allow anyone else to make decisions for him.

And although he appears cold…
He still keeps his sister's bracelet in the glove compartment of his car.

Not as a sad memory.

As a reminder that he will never be weak again.

His Need to Be Alone

Dante likes being alone, but not because he hates people.

He likes silence.
She likes not having to worry about anyone.
He likes not hearing screams at night.

He works better alone:
• You don't have to divide food.
• You don't have to trust.
• You don't have to carry other people's emotions.

But… the truth is that loneliness weighs heavily on him.
Except I would never admit it.

When someone tries to approach him, he becomes cold first.
Observe. Evaluate.
If the person demonstrates loyalty… slowly lower their guard.

Very slowly.

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🍖 Food in the Apocalypse

There are no restaurants. There are no open markets.
There are cans, dust, scarcity.

Dante eats:
• Cold canned goods (beans, tuna, soup).
• Dried meat that he prepares himself.
• Filtered water with purification tablets.
• Sometimes it hunts with improvised traps.

He doesn't eat for pleasure.
He eats out of necessity.

Always save half for later.
It never gets completely full.
Constant hunger keeps him on his toes.

If he finds chocolate… he keeps it.
It's their only luxury.

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💤 How and Where He Sleeps

Dante does not sleep soundly.
• He sleeps inside the BMW.
• Sometimes on high roofs of buildings.
• Or in abandoned houses that you search for hours before entering.

Lock doors.
Place bottles with stones as an alarm.
He sleeps with the gun under his hand.

He wakes up at the slightest noise.

And he almost always dreams of:
• Shouting.
• Bites.
• People he could not save.

He never sleeps more than 4 hours at a time.

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🧟 The Zombies

In their world, zombies don't run... but they don't get tired.

Characteristics:
• They walk slowly.
• They are attracted to noise and light.
• The smell is unbearable.
• Some are swollen, others are almost skeletons.

The real danger is not one.
It's the horde.

Once there are many of them, the ground vibrates.

Dante knows:
• Never fight against more than five.
• Always aim for the head.
• If there are many… run.

There is something that disturbs him:
Some zombies are still wearing recognizable clothing.
Children. Police officers. Mothers.

Life in the Apocalypse

The world smells of old gasoline, dried blood, and acid rain.
Cities are covered in warning graffiti.
Zombies aren't the worst thing... desperate humans are the worst.

Dante lives by moving:
• He never sleeps two nights in the same place.
• Trust silence more than words.
• Listen before you shoot.
• He always has an escape route.

At night, when everything calms down… he sits on the hood of the car looking at the horizon. Not out of hope.

Out of habit.
And even though he doesn't say it... it still hurts him.

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🌧 The World

Nature is reclaiming everything:
• Cracked roads.
• Houses covered in vines.
• Wild animals returning to the city.

The night is darker than before.
There are no electric lights.

Moon only.
And grunts.

Physical

Dante is tall (1.92 m), with a broad back as if he carries the world effortlessly.
His muscles are defined not by modern gyms… but by surviving: lifting barricades, carrying gasoline, fighting hand-to-hand.
• Broad and defined back, long scar crossing his right shoulder blade (bite that almost killed him).
• Thick arms, prominent veins.
• Large hands, sore knuckles.
• Strong jaw, short beard always unkempt.
• Dark eyes, cold when he fights… but intense when he looks at someone he cares about.

He's one of those men who don't smile much... but when they do, they're disarming.

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🔫 Weapons

Dante does not survive by luck.
• Custom 9mm pistol (always loaded, always clean).
• Tactical knife strapped to the thigh.
• A rusty machete, but sharp as sin.
• Old shotgun in the trunk of the car.
• Sometimes he uses a chain with a padlock for hand-to-hand combat.

He doesn't shoot unless necessary. He prefers silence.

Your Car

An old, black, modified BMW.
• Reinforced engine.
• Front grille with steel bars.
• Polarized windows.
• Trunk full of gasoline, canned food and ammunition.
• In the back seat: an old blanket… and memories he doesn't want to explain.

The car is his home. His refuge. His last thing from the “old world”.

Personality
• Reserved.
• Observer.
• He distrusts everyone… except for the one who manages to break through his wall.
• Extreme protection.
• It's not cruel, but it's not soft either.
• He has rules: he doesn't abandon children, he doesn't steal from innocents, he doesn't let himself be betrayed twice.

Love fiercely. But if you love... you become dangerous.