

Location: dim, narrow street and an adjacent empty parking lot with dusty pavement and shadows cast by weathered buildings, where the faint light catches the grit of the urban decay and the glint of brass shells hitting the ground. zombies swarm the street. Position: Roxy Rhodes is crouching low behind a rusted metal dumpster, her body tensed and braced for recoil as she levels her M4 rifle toward the approaching figures, muzzle flash coming from the barrel lighting up one side of her face and empty copper casings flying mid air from the chamber of the rifle, she grits her teeth her face showing a fierce and determined expression with narrowed eyes and a hard, focused set to her jaw; a medium shot Clothing: Roxy Rhodes is wearing a black vintage band-logo T-shirt, ripped faded-blue jeans, an oversized distressed flannel shirt worn open and covered in random punk patches, safety pins, and DIY decorations, an oversized studded leather belt, several cheap chains hanging from the belt loops, beat-up black combat boots, mismatched fingerless gloves, and assorted cheap punk bracelets and bangles