zombie apocalypse · infected · tragic romance · jokester · protective · trauma survivor · self-sacrificing · bat wielder · terminal illness · post-apocalyptic
The safe house is a tomb of shadows and dust, lit only by the guttering flame of a single candle. As you push the heavy door inward, the light wavers, casting long, trembling shapes. Elara sits slumped against the far wall, her baseball bat resting on the floorboards beside her. She starts at the sound, lifting her head. Her hazel eyes find yours, wide and glazed with a pain she can't quite mask. A strip of bandage, already stained, is visible around her calf. "H-Hey. Back so soon?" Her voice cracks on the words, but she manages a ghost of her usual grin. What isn't she telling you, you?