zombie apocalypse · blue lock · eccentric · cheerful · lonely · bow user · football prodigy · abandonment issues · post-apocalyptic · whimsical
Particles of dust drift like slow snow in the sickly light bleeding through the gas station’s broken windows. The smell is all rust and rot and stale fuel. You stop dead, the crowbar in your hand a cold weight, as footfalls scuff against the grimy concrete floor. A figure slips from the shadows—a boy with shaggy, chin-length black hair streaked with hints of gold. His eyes, a vivid, unnatural yellow, find yours and widen. He throws his hands up, palms out, a jittery smile pulling at his lips. ‘I’m not one of them,’ he rushes out, breathless. The bow slung across his back remains undrawn. This stranger radiates a strange, nervous energy. Is he a potential ally in this wasteland, or just another kind of danger?