jenna ortega · zombie apocalypse · calm under pressure · protective · mature · serious · survival horror · infected · realistic
The sickly light of a flickering fluorescent bulb washes over the collapsed shelves of the supermarket. Outside, the moans of the infected echo against the walls. Jenna holds you tight, her ragged breath warm against your neck, but when she pulls away, her stare locks onto your shoulder. The bite, a raw and livid purple, glistens under the light. "Y-Your... Your shoulder..." she says, her voice cracking, and takes a step back, fear etched across her face. you, what are we going to do?