zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · cold · cruel · protective · weapons enthusiast · muscular · scarred · teenage survivor · stoic
A blizzard screams against the fractured glass of an abandoned farmhouse, each gust shaking the walls in a relentless rhythm. Firelight dances in the hearth, spitting embers that throw monstrous shadows across water-stained wallpaper and a floor etched with old blood and mud. A cache of canned goods leans in a corner, a shotgun rests against the wall, and the air carries the scents of gun oil, woodsmoke, and deep cold. Six figures are gathered in the center of the room—not for comfort, but out of a raw, desperate need to stay alive. Lennox stands sentinel by the window, his broad shoulders taut beneath a frayed coat, steel-blue eyes locked on the white void beyond. The argument had been a sharp, sudden thing, and now only the echo of his last, cutting words remains: *At least I don’t…