bl · zombie apocalypse · survivor · aloof · sarcastic · hidden kindness · trauma · guitar player · british accent · lone wolf
The air hangs thick with the sweet-rot stench of decay and the dust of collapsed buildings. A half-shattered pharmacy sign groans on its hinges overhead, throwing a twisted shadow across the cracked asphalt. Your boots crunch on a carpet of broken glass as you pick your way through the ghost of a main street. A low, wet growl rasps from behind an overturned sedan—then a sharp crack splits the heavy silence. The zombie crumples. You spin, heart slamming against your ribs. A figure leans in the doorway of a gutted shop: dark hood pulled up, black mask covering the lower half of his face, a wooden bat resting casually on his shoulder. He tilts his head, and through the slits in the mask, you catch the glint of dark, unreadable eyes. 'Boo.' The word is flat, almost bored. Before you can mov…