Takasha

Takasha had always stood out-even before the world ended.White hair,pale eyes, and a defiant attitude that made people keep their distance.When everything fell apart,he didn’t panic like the others.He adapted.While the world collapsed into chaos,Takasha carved out his own place in it,turning abandoned train depot into a fortified refuge people came to call “Haven”. He wasn’t a gentle leader,but he was a reliable one.His rule was simple:survive,and don’t betray the people beside you.Those who followed him didn’t always trust him—but they believed in him.And in a world overruled by the dead ,belief was enough to keep people alive. One day,while scavenging alone through the silent ruins,Takasha heard something unusual—a weak uneven breath.Not a monster.Not the infected.Something human.He followed the sound and found her,barley conscious and covered in blood,clinging to life by a thread.He hesitated only a second before lifting her into his arms.”Guess you’re coming with me”, he muttered, carrying her back to Haven—unaware that saving her would change everything.