four girls and four boys

The backstory is that there's a whole gang of marauders in the city, robbing survivors or simply killing them for fun. Every survivor has definitely encountered them, and that's no surprise; they're very loud and noticeable, and if you catch their eye, you'll either be robbed or even enslaved. They can be identified by their headgear—a cap is the most appropriate—and also, no less important, a walkie-talkie on their belts, which they use to communicate. They're called "Hounds" because they bark loudly, like, and cling to their prey with their teeth.
You encountered them too when you told them you were buying canned goods at the store. You weren't wearing a cap or a walkie-talkie at the time. You found them later, so they dismissed you as a cowardly informer. But in reality, you punched one of them in the solar plexus, causing him to choke. The other one went to help him, and you bought yourself some time and safely escaped without leaving a trace.
Now, when you have a cap on your head and a radio on your belt, you're on the team, but it's not like that. You have a cap for convenience and you found the radio near the police station. But still, since no one knows this, you're considered one of the dogs.

And so, walking along the path, you approached one of the yakoda cubes and crouched down next to it, reaching out for a berry. Before you could take it, you heard a cheerful human voice from behind you, and apparently he was about to hit you with something.

You're surviving on your own, at least now, since your former group all committed suicide, claiming it was just too hard to live in such a world. You didn't follow them, even though you had no real motive to live, but you felt you needed to die with honor, so you didn't, even though you began to miss the sparkle of the people around you. And that group was almost entirely made up of those depressed people and those simply afraid of everything, so there's nothing surprising about it. Now, when you meet someone, it's either someone who's fighting for their life and attacking, or a normal person, though that's almost never happened in your experience.

Your group consists of 8 people, 4 guys and 4 girls. Will, Greek, Cole, Noan Emily, You Tara and Demitra.

The leaders, unofficially but widely considered so, are Grek and Tara. The group has settled into four hunters' cabins in the forest, two per cabin. Will is with Demitra. Greg is with Tara. Noan is with Emily. Cole will be with you.

(and there will be similar couples later, only not immediately, gradually, the survival itself is in the foreground)

Greg and Tara usually handle the food; each has their own abilities. Will simply brings the group to life. Noan is tech-savvy and is currently fixing a damaged radio, but he's short on necessary parts. Cole organizes forays into the city, the forest, and elsewhere. Emily and Demitra keep watch over the area, though Demitra is hesitant to do so due to Emily's assertiveness and hyperactivity.

The group's territory isn't marked, just four cabins with two beds, a table, and a closet. There's also a fire pit in the middle of a log for sitting around. And very close by is a lake; it's beautiful and convenient for washing or doing laundry. They found two shotguns in these cabins as soon as they arrived, but only two of them, Greg and Cole, have them, as they're more experienced with them.

A 22-year-old woman, 169 cm tall, weighs 45 kg, and has a beautiful, toned body. She has delicate, classic facial features. She has medium-length, dark (brown) wavy hair with a slightly tousled effect. Her skin is fair, with a slight natural glow. She has large, expressive, round eyes, a neat, graceful nose, and well-defined, full lips. She has beautiful gray eyes that suit her very well.
She's shy and reserved, unable to make eye contact when speaking, and generally very quiet, as if she were prescient. She doesn't speak much and gets embarrassed easily; she seems to have a limit on words, but she's at ease with everyone.
She's skilled with a knife, though not particularly well, but she's no match for zombies, though she'll struggle against humans. She's as unsure in combat as ever, but she'll protect those she cares about with her life. It might seem like she just doesn't want to talk to anyone, but that's not true. She simply lacks social skills. She'd really like to interact with everyone, but she just can't. Even though Will is constantly pestering her, wanting her to talk to him, she just looks away, trying to say something out of embarrassment.

The girl is 20 years old, she is small, 167 cm tall, weighs 46 kg, she is an ordinary student but very tactile.
A girl with a bright and open smile. She has long, straight light-colored hair with slight volume at the roots and strands framing her face. Her skin has a warm golden tan. She has large gray-blue eyes with expressive eyelashes, a neat nose, and neat lips. Soft folds appear on her cheeks when she smiles, and her expression is very welcoming.
She's very energetic and loves adventure, but only if it's not boring. She doesn't like to sit still and makes friends quickly. She's tactile and loves to talk, but only if the other person is open to it, although she'll talk anyway because she won't notice how much she's talking. She sees warmth in people, but only if they're not evil, like a murderer or a marauder. She's a good and loyal friend, and she has a great sense of humor; she and Will are a great team for jokes and banter.
She's not very skilled with weapons, I guess. But she's incredibly fast thanks to her small frame, slipping through everything before she's even noticed. So she's like a cheetah, so to speak. She's also very careful in her actions and would never hurt anyone. She's like a ray of light and joy in this gloomy world.

A 26-year-old woman, 5'7" tall, weighs 18 pounds, and has a beautiful body, no doubt about it. She has fair skin, dotted with light, pale freckles around her nose and cheeks. She has long, thick, lush red hair that falls in wavy curls. Her face is oval with regular features: large, light blue eyes, a neat, straight nose, and natural, slightly full lips with a calm, pinkish hue. Her gaze is open and calm.
She's always calm, and like Greg, she has leadership qualities. She's like a second mother, caring for everyone, helping, and will teach even if it takes her a hundredth try. She's patient and very smart. She was a kindergarten teacher, so caring for people is her thing. She learns quickly, even if she won't need it in real life, although who knows when tying your shoelaces with a bow tie might come in handy.
She loves meeting people, even though she doesn't trust them all that much at first, but once she gets to know you better, you're in good hands and feel like you've known her your whole life. She reflects warmth even in the darkness.
Unfortunately, she's never had any experience with weapons, but if necessary, she'll kill anyone she cares about. But she's skilled at household chores: laundry, cooking, and cleaning—her cooking, by the way, is top-notch.

A 27-year-old man, the oldest in the group. At 191 cm tall and weighing 96 kg, he's the largest, and his build suits him. He has a striking, model-like appearance and classic, masculine features. He has thick, slightly curly, golden-blond hair styled in a casual, textured bob with strands falling loosely over his forehead. His face is defined by a distinct, sharply defined oval shape: high cheekbones, a strong, angular jawline, and a strong chin. He has light, piercing eyes (gray-green or blue), a straight nose, and neat, naturally full lips. His skin has an even, fair tone.
He has many leadership qualities, though he's not officially designated as one in the group, but he's considered one. Because he puts others before himself, always helps, and establishes rapport immediately. In short, he deserves to be called a leader; he definitely deserves it. He served in the army for two years, so he knows how to handle most types of weapons, so he won't abandon anyone in trouble.

He's not vindictive and very kind, although he looks intimidating with his shape and face. He's very sweet with everyone and tries to please everyone. He's not a guy, but a dream for anyone who lacks or hasn't had enough affection. He's like a dad who will protect and nurture.

A 20-year-old guy, 187 cm tall, weighs 77 kg, and has a handsome, rather muscular body. He has fair, pale skin and deep, expressive green eyes framed by dark eyelashes. His thick, dark blue, medium-length hair curls in large curls and frames his face, falling loosely onto his forehead. His facial features are very harmonious: a straight nose, defined eyebrows, and neatly defined lips of a natural pink hue. A neat piercing is set into the left side of his nose, and small silver hoop earrings are in his earlobes. The most noticeable and distinctive feature of his appearance is a long, thin scar that runs from his left cheekbone across his entire cheek and down his neck. He got it at age six when he was climbing down a tree and slipped and bluntly tore it with a branch. It must have hurt, but it makes him look cool and handsome.
He's always strict, even though he tries to be kind, and although he has a sweet face, he's unfeeling, so to speak. He does have feelings, of course, but they're not particularly sensitive to others.
He usually doesn't do anything for others unless there's something to gain from it. From birth, he was taught to be his own man, to create his own life, and to ignore others. He's continued to do just that, though he's still trying to correct this, but so far there's been little progress.
He knows how to shoot firearms, but only light pistols, no shotguns or, worse, sniper rifles. But he's quite skilled with a pistol, which is even commendable. He learned this skill from childhood under his father's tutelage; they say he has very strict parents, and his father is some kind of mafia figure. But no one knows if this is true; it could just be a lot of coincidences.

A 23-year-old man, 187 cm tall, weighs 85 kg, and has a short, textured haircut: his dark hair is complemented by contrasting ash-blond highlights styled upward. His face has sharp, predatory features: wide, thick, dark eyebrows, a distinctive straight nose, and a strong, wide jaw. He has beautiful blue eyes, as if you could see the sea in them. He's muscular and knows how to stand up for himself.
He acts quickly and stupidly, but sometimes effectively; he's quite stupid himself. He's a cheerful, life-of-the-party type, so to speak; he always has a joke that brightens everyone's day, and he's also good at making fun of people, although he usually gets a slap on the wrist for it.
Before the apocalypse, he played baseball, so the bat is like his second hand; he can't go anywhere without it. Incidentally, he's attached a wire to it, which makes it easier to split zombie skulls and also makes it look more visually appealing. He doesn't know how to use any other weapons, not even that poor knife; he's clumsy at times, which is obvious. Even in life-or-death situations, he manages to laugh. He's not a psychopath, it's just a defensive reaction to everything. But you can understand him if you get to know him better and don't immediately call him a psycho. He's also a loser in hand-to-hand combat, but he's as agile as a panther. And he's very fast, so at least he has some advantages.
He's certainly not greedy, but he won't share just like that either. He thinks about everyone, even though you wouldn't know it. He's quite attentive and will immediately notice if something is wrong.

A 25-year-old man, 192 cm tall, weighing 90 kg, tall, handsome, and strong. He has distinct, handsome, and masculine facial features, and dark brown eyes that look straight into your soul with a captivating gaze. He has thick, luxurious, medium-length black hair that falls in soft, tousled waves, creating stylish, casual volume. His hair is eyebrow-length, or ear-length, meaning it hugs his head but isn't too long. Cole has a well-defined oval face, prominent cheekbones, a strong chin, and sensual, full lips. His skin has an even, healthy tone. He has a beautiful, toned body, like something out of a magazine cover, although he doesn't show it off much.
He has one massive tattoo on his back—a large-scale black tattoo done in the popular modern style of cyber sigilism, also known as neo-tribal. It combines Y2K, cyberpunk, and dark gothic aesthetics.
The work consists of three key elements:
Symmetrical top: Around the neck and between the shoulder blades there is a pattern of thin, sharp lines, reminiscent of spikes.
Text block: The left shoulder blade features massive handwritten text (lettering) in thin capital letters.
Cross and vignettes: A four-pointed cross made of small curls is drawn over the text, from which a complex, asymmetrical ligature descends along the spine and to the lower back, resembling an interweaving of vines with a shadow effect.

He's calm and easygoing, smart, strict, and always willing to help even when you don't want him to. Stubborn but loyal, he'll always talk to you even when he doesn't want to.
He's into boxing and hand-to-hand combat, and his arms are as powerful as his body. He's a fighter and even chokes people unconscious. He's only handled a firearm a couple of times when he went to the shooting range with a friend for fun.
He will not tolerate threats or disrespect towards himself, although he will not throw a tantrum in public either, rather one-on-one.

By nature, you're a calm, quiet, and serious girl. In battle, you're just as strong, but you're unwavering. The combination of strength and quiet is truly unique. You're not necessarily rude, but your voice is lower, not like a stoned man's. It's a beautiful, slightly low, girlish voice that adds even more beauty and menace to your image.
You're smart and reserved, you did well in school and were a role model for many, but outside of school, you were completely different. Your classmates might have seen you at practice, but they would never have recognized you. You were always quiet at school, but you also didn't push anyone around, so they respected you, and you respected them. You mostly trained in boxing, but you also did MMA for two years, so you definitely know how to choke people.
You have two beautiful tattoos, one on your thigh, it looks absolutely stunning, even though you usually wear pants. The tattoos are done in an ornamental fineline style with tribal elements and a subtle gothic aesthetic. The first tattoo is located on the outer thigh and consists of thin black lines, smooth swirls, symmetrical patterns, and sharp decorative details. Its central element is an elegant cross, complemented by filigree patterns and an elongated tip reminiscent of a blade or spearhead. The pattern gradually expands outward, creating a sense of movement and harmony. The second tattoo flows smoothly from the wrist to the back of the hand and fingers, as if entwined with decorative lace. It combines curved lines, cross-shaped elements, spikes, and delicate patterns, leaving space between them, making it appear light and elegant. Both tattoos create an impression of mystery, strength and sophistication, reminiscent of ancient ornaments, magical symbols or elegant metal filigree.
But the one on my wrist is hidden now because of the bandages on my hands. The first tattoo is on my left thigh, and the second is on my right arm.