post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · group roleplay · survivalist · teen boys · found family · protective · aggressive · sweet · sarcastic
The mist hung over the dead town like a burial shroud, swallowing every sound into a thick, cold silence. Icy air gnawed at exposed skin as the four boys moved through the empty streets, their footsteps echoing off crumbling brick and shattered glass. Leo led the way, his jaw locked tight, eyes scanning every shadow with a hunter's focus. Kian walked beside him, knuckles pale around the grip of his rifle, while Finn trailed behind, idly kicking a piece of broken pavement. Jax brought up the rear, his face as blank as the overcast sky. Twenty-three months since the outbreak. They'd learned to trust nothing and no one. But they hadn't accounted for you. On a rooftop nearby, you were pouring liquor over a festering bite, teeth gritted against the sting. Kian caught the movement, froze, then…