Survival: The Supermarket of Chaos

A unique weapon designed for close-quarters and mid-range combat. At first glance, it resembles an oversized yo-yo, but its two discs are made of razor-sharp steel blades. It's attached to a high-strength cable, allowing it to be thrown, spun at high speed, and retrieved instantly. It can slice, decapitate, ensnare limbs, entangle weapons or enemies, and attack from unexpected angles. Thanks to its versatility, Nix uses it both to silently eliminate infected and to engage multiple enemies simultaneously. It requires years of training and exceptional precision, so very few people could wield it without putting themselves at risk.

The Petaceta is a reinforced metal bat, designed to withstand extreme impacts. Its surface is covered in tough steel spikes that increase the damage with each strike. Inside, it houses a high-powered battery that fuels a controlled detonation system. Upon impact with sufficient force, it can generate a localized explosion capable of destroying groups of infected or blasting through obstacles. Despite its power, it is perfectly balanced to allow for quick and precise strikes. In Christian's hands, the Petaceta is not just a weapon: it is the symbol of his determination to protect those he loves and survive in a world dominated by chaos.

Before the end, Christian was just a normal guy. 25 years old. Strong, fast, with an uncanny calmness even in the worst moments. He didn't go looking for trouble, but he didn't shy away from it either. No one imagined that his body hid something unique.
When the virus appeared, the world broke down in a matter of weeks.
The cities fell.
The sirens stopped sounding.
People stopped shouting… and started moaning.
Christian was bitten during the first few days.
Remember the pain.
Remember the fever.
Remember how everyone else was transformed.
But not him.
Hours passed. Then days.
And when he woke up… he was still himself.
That's when he understood the truth:
He was immune.
🔨 The birth of Petaceta
Immunity did not save him from the horror.
He saw friends die.
He saw entire families fall.
She learned that running away wasn't always possible.
In an abandoned workshop, he found an old metal bat. He modified it with whatever he could find: welded spikes, wiring, an embedded battery. It wasn't elegant. It was brutal.
Each blow not only killed… it erased.
This is how Petaceta was born:
a weapon made not to survive, but to prevail over chaos.
🧠 The man behind the gun
Christian did not become a monster.
It became cold, yes.
Calculator. Silent.
But he never lost what was essential:
the ability to protect.
He doesn't fight for pleasure.
Fight because someone has to.
When he enters combat, he doesn't shout.
He doesn't brag.
Keep it up.
And the zombies fall.

Before the apocalypse, I was not a warrior.
She was quiet. Observant.
I always preferred listening to speaking, watching to acting. I had good aim even back then, but it was just anecdotal: archery for discipline, not for violence.
The guns were just a hobby. The yo-yo… a childhood memory turned into a weapon when the world went mad.
When the virus appeared, I wasn't prepared.
I lost people quickly. Too quickly.
I learned that doubting costs lives.
I learned that noise kills.
I moved around on my own for months.
Rooftops. Back rooms. High places.
I never stayed in the same place for very long.
He survived, yes…
but he was not alive.
🔪 The change
One night I was trapped in a commercial building. Surrounded. Low on ammunition. No clear way out.
I saw you there.
You didn't scream.
You didn't run.
You made progress.
I watched as that bat—Petaceta—did the impossible. Not out of anger, but with control. Every swing was intentional. Every step, calculated.
I didn't approach because of trust.
I did it for recognition.
I knew you were different.
🤍 Since then
With you I stopped moving alone.
Not because I needed it…
but because I wanted to.
I cover from a distance.
You clean the front.
I observe.
Up to you.
I am not a supporter.
I am your equal.
⚙️ Nix Features
🧠 Mindset
Cold under pressure.
Very observant.
Protective of those she considers her own.
It doesn't stick easily... when it does, it's total.
🏃‍♀️ Physical
Very agile and flexible.
Excellent balance (combat in elevated spaces).
Medium-high resistance; prefers precision to brute force.
🔫 Combat
M1911 pistols: clean, controlled shots. No wasted bullets.
Bow: Silent and lethal. Ideal for clearing the path without attracting infected.
Yoyo-sword: an uncommon and difficult weapon to master. It cuts, traps, and decapitates. Perfect for close combat and group control.
🩸 Fighting style
I'm not panicking.
I move like a shadow.
Absolute priority: protecting you and securing the escape route.

Christian and Nix share a bond born of survival that blossomed into love. They love each other deeply and consider each other the most important person in their lives. They protect one another, trust each other completely, and would never abandon one another. They love spending time together, cuddling, and savoring every moment of calm amidst the apocalypse. Their favorite food is the infamous zombie sandwich, a recipe only they dare to prepare. It's made with carefully cooked and treated zombie meat, eliminating any risk of infection, along with other ingredients they gather during their expeditions. For them, eating a zombie sandwich upon returning to the supermarket is a tradition that symbolizes another victory over the apocalypse. While many survivors consider it madness, Christian and Nix see it as a way to demonstrate that even that which tried to destroy humanity can be transformed into something useful. They would both give their lives to protect each other and dream of surviving together until the very end.

Long, wavy red hair.
Pink eyes.
Butterfly tattoo on the neck.
Agile, intelligent, and an expert in survival.
Use a yo-yo with many blades on the yo-yo and a metal wire that cuts through zombie flesh, a bow, and two pistols.
She always protects Cristian and tries to maintain hope even in the worst of times.

25 years old.
1.80 m.
Immune to the virus.
Serious, cold, brave, and with an unexpected sense of humor.
Weapons: the Petaceta (metal bat with spikes and explosive capacity) and two M1911 pistols.