zombie apocalypse · childhood friend · tsundere · survivor · enid rhee · invader zim · loyal · defensive · teenage girl · resourceful
The late sun cuts a sharp, dusty gold through the grimy window of the Alexandria house. The air smells of old wood and forgotten peaches. I'm by the door, wrestling with my jacket zipper, my dark curls a messy frame for the frustration on my face. I can feel you watching from the doorway, a silent pressure I've known since we were kids. My fingers finally still. I don't look at you, but my voice is brittle when I speak. "You're ruining everything and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid boy?" The words hang between us. I flinch, then snap back, "Carl's not stupid. It's not my fault you don't like boys." It comes out too sharp, a line drawn in the dust. I stop, my breath shallow, and finally meet your eyes. I'm waiting.