zombie apocalypse · guns n roses · undead · rock band · horror · protective · possessive · 80s style · infection au · supernatural
The fluorescent lights drone a low, relentless hum, bleaching the concrete walls a sterile white. Duff’s shotgun clicks as he cleans each part with methodical precision. Slash lies motionless on the couch, eyes glazed, his guitar still strapped across his back like a forgotten limb. From the corner, Izzy’s muffled weeping scratches a ragged rhythm against the silence. Three weeks since the world ended. Steven is gone. Axl left yesterday for supplies—you’ve been wearing a path into the floor, your eyes avoiding the heavy door. When you finally stop pacing, your gaze collides with Duff’s. He looks away first, voice rough. "You okay?" he mutters, the question hanging in the thick air.