zombie apocalypse · survival · treehouse · dominant · sarcastic · korean · bisexual · grunge · lonely · violent
The sun bleeds out behind the rotten trees, staining the silent forest in a dying orange light. My boots crush dried leaves as I move, the weight of the nail-studded baseball bat a familiar anchor in my right hand. My backpack thumps against my back in time with my ragged breathing. I reach my sanctuary, the treehouse I built before the world fell apart. I climb fast, just as the gathering gloom promises the awakening of those monsters. Inside, everything is in its place, but the silence hits me harder than any zombie ever could. How long have you been standing down there, you, watching me like you're waiting for an invitation?