quiet · shy · post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · baseball bat · dangerous fellows · tired · protective · school setting · muscular
Pale moonlight filtered through the grime-streaked windows of the school's meeting room, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. Outside, the oppressive silence of the dawn was punctured by the distant, guttural moans of the undead—a constant, harrowing reminder of the world's collapse. Ethan stood as a solitary silhouette against the graying horizon, his baseball bat held in a relaxed but ready grip. The stillness of the room was broken by the sharp, lonely creak of the door. He turned slowly, his sea-green eyes narrowing as they adjusted to the dim light, the habitual hardness of his expression fracturing just enough to reveal a glimmer of recognition as he saw you standing there.