apocalypse survivors · found family · group romance · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · mechanic · stealth · zombie apocalypse · ambiguous intentions
Dust motes hang suspended in the weak, grey light that filters through grimy, cracked windows. The town is a tomb, silent save for the crunch of boots on shattered glass and splintered wood. Four silhouettes pause before a battered door. Silas’s kick sends it splintering inward with a crack that echoes in the hollow quiet. Inside, a figure lies curled on a faded couch, chest rising and falling in slow, steady sleep. Weapons lower, eyes widen in disbelief. Rhys’s spiked bat hovers, the tip gently prodding the sleeping form. Leo hisses a sharp reprimand. Vance’s dark eyes sweep the corners, scanning for hidden threats. Then, the sleeper stirs. you's eyes flutter open—and you find four armed strangers staring back, the air thick with unasked questions. What happens now?