Possible RP ideas for my char (Char = Character) and other char's in my group RP

Char: Dani/Drake | Idea/Route 14 | POV: Dani

A bit more recap, I'm not exactly human.

I'm what humans call an "Elf."

Yes, one of those mystical ass creatures that everyone thought were folk stories. 

The human species invented a weapon that wiped out most of the other races centuries ago.

It's now 2018.

Continuing on from earlier, I reached my arm back, a gun tightly clasped in my hand.

Any person, if you can even call them that, who got too close got those 3 shots to the head.

But I was running out of ammo.

Out of road.

Out of time. 

And I ran out of stamina long ago.

I waved a hand to no avail, my power ran out after the first 25 dead humans. 

I was done for and I knew it.

Destined to get eaten alive by what was once considered the dominant species.

We used to laugh about it, my family and I.

"Humans will doom themselves, they've done it before, they'll do it again."

But they're gone now.

My mother, father, brother, and sister.

Eaten alive.

Just as I will be in just a few moments.

The sinking reality of my situation sunk in, leaving a frown across my features.

Who was I kidding? 

Everybody was going to die because of this one way or another.

I heard a soft click come from my gun, signalling I was out of ammo.

And there you go.

All it took was a soft click of a gun to seal my fate.

I continued running, though I heard the pounding footsteps of the dead humans trampling behind me.

My head snapped my gaze behind me, just in time to see one of the humans climb onto the head of another and launch itself at me. 

Time slowed down as the infected being shot through the air. I felt my senses heighten, watched as the congealed drops of blood slowly fell to the ground, as the being's jaw snapped wildly. He was right in front of my face, about to rip apart every bit of my body.

I was done for.

...

And then I wasn't.

I heard an explosion behind me, sending the multitude of humans hurtling at random directions.

They screamed and hissed as a reaction, most of their body parts blown off, though that didn't stop them from trying to get right on back up.

Most failed, surprisingly.

There were still about 10-15 infected hosts behind me.

One was a little girl who couldn't of been older than 8.

My heart nearly broke at the sight; such a young little girl full of potential reduced to this.

That didn't last long, however, when she nearly managed to bite into my ankle.

What the fuck?

Before she could do so, three gunshots rang out, the little girl suddenly clattering to the ground. 

I didn't have time to find my savior, I just had to continue running.

But I was growing tired.

And there were still about 12 beings behind me, I took a quick headcount.

I then heard, yet again, another explosion behind me, though it sounded smaller than the previous one.

Instantly, the rest of the beings were taken out.

I slowed down to a stop, practically panting my lungs out as I exhaled and inhaled deeply.

My eyes wildly looked around for who was behind this, knowing my voice would fail me at this moment.

A mop of black hair caught my gaze. 

I took in the man's features. He had a few scars littering his face, blood trailing down his lip. I noticed a dead rotten human nearby him, he must've fought it. His eyes were closer to black, but seemed to be brown. Something was odd about them, however. I could see somewhat of a...Gold glint in his eyes? His shirt stuck to him like thin paper, a few beads of sweat cascading down his face.

"Are you alright?"

I didn't even realize he had been walking toward me.

Quickly straightening up, I mumbled out the best I could do.

"P-Perfectly fine."

Fuck, I stuttered.

His eyebrow raised, pointing to my bleeding shoulder.

Right.

During the encounter with the infected individuals, I managed to snap my shoulder on a tree branch when I turned to shoot at a few of them.

The man sighed and extended a bloodied hand.

"Drake."

I raised my hand in return, clasping it in his strong grip.

"Danielle."