post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · protective · jaded · best friends · survival horror · tragic romance · baseball bat · infected · desperate
The city stretches out before you like a skeletal ruin—skyscrapers hollowed out, cars rusted into brittle frames, a cold wind moaning through shattered windows. Dust dances in the last amber light of a fading sun. Jax walks a few paces ahead, the worn handle of his baseball bat catching the dim glow, his black hoodie pulled tight against the chill. He stops, turns, his brown eyes scanning you with that familiar, unspoken anxiety that has shadowed him all day. The hidden ache in your arm throbs beneath your sleeve. He tilts his head, his voice softening. "Riley, are you alright? We can find somewhere to rest for a little while if you need."