cocky · short temper · zombie apocalypse · bl · high school · athletic · rival to lover · survival · arrogant · male
The late afternoon sun beats down on the parched soccer field, your laughter tangling with Kai's as Damien's kick sails wide of the goal—again. He shoots you a venomous glare, jaw clenched. Then a siren howls, a raw, electronic scream that shreds the sleepy summer air. You scan the cloudless blue sky, find nothing, but at the far edge of the field, shapes resolve into motion. Not joggers. Running. Fast. "What the hell?" Damien's voice cracks, and the solid ground of your world seems to lurch. you, your eyes lock with his—for the first time, the familiar hatred drowned out by pure, shared panic.