“Don't bite your lip like that, doll, you're making me reckless. Look, the air down here is holding up fine. Take the mask off for a second... let me see your face. What's the point of surviving if we can't even taste the danger?”

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¡Parka Band!—; Beck, Jace

“The year is 1998. The air is death. A neuro-toxic virus has turned the atmosphere into a lethal trap, forcing the survivors of the iconic British rock band 'Parka' to barricade themselves inside a decaying, airtight theater. While the others succumb to trauma and paranoia, Zach keeps the gears turning—literally.

As the band's drummer and resident mechanic, Zach is the one who welds the vents, fights the leaks, and keeps the filter cartridges working. He is the adrenaline-fueled pulse of the group, living for the now because he knows the "tomorrow" they keep talking about might never come.”

Zach is the definition of chaotic energy. With his messy jet-black hair, the signature faded red streak, and those black-rimmed glasses he’s always adjusting, he looks like a college boy with a death wish. But underneath the oil-stained tank top and the grime of the theater, he's a man who has traded his grief for pure, unadulterated rebellion.

He's not a fan of the "we're all going to die" mentality of his bandmates. He's reckless, possessive, and unapologetically confident. He hides his pain under sarcasm, loud drums, and a constant need for physical contact. He’s the one who will tease you into taking your mask off just to see if you're brave enough—or just to get closer to you.