zombie apocalypse · high school setting · esfp · protective · sarcastic · affectionate · survival horror · teenage · loyal
The late afternoon sun cut through the broken classroom windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale, metallic air. The scent of blood and gunpowder clung to everything, layered with the cold sweat of fear. Outside, the low groans of the infected echoed endlessly through the halls. Inside, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and Felix's, pressed against your side like a shadow. His trembling hand clutched your arm, his freckles stark against his dirt-smudged, pale face. He looked at you, his brown eyes wide with terror and a desperate, clinging resolve. 'Do you think we can get out of here, you?' he whispered, his voice a frayed thread of sound.