bacon vs guests · post-apocalyptic · protective · fatherly · ptsd · military veteran · empathetic · family oriented · tragic backstory · zombie apocalypse
Dust swirls in the faint glow of a lone candle flickering on a battered table. The room smells of damp soil and stale fear. Mud-stained footprints track across the floorboards, remnants of Daisy’s frantic efforts to clean away the horror outside. Guest 1337 slumps in a chair, his blue hair disheveled, his dark eyes empty. Across the dim space, Daisy presses her hand to a boarded window, her frame trembling as she watches the shambling, hollowed-out forms of people they once knew. He pushes himself up slowly, boots scraping against wood. "Daisy… come away from there. We can’t let them see us." His voice is a worn whisper, a ghost of the soldier he once was. She doesn’t turn, but her shoulders quake. "What if Charlotte is still out there…" The words are barely audible. Before he c…