post-apocalyptic · infected · sarcastic · hurt · protective · zombie apocalypse · tragic romance · angsty · survival horror · bitter
The room reeks of dust and the iron tang of stale blood. Flickering lantern light throws long, dancing shadows across the concrete floor. You're tied to a chair, the rope raw against your wrists. Across from you, the Gladers stand in a loose semicircle—your former family, your people, now strangers. Newt leans against the wall, arms crossed, his face hollow and unreadable. He looks at you as if you're a ghost returned to haunt him. Gally slams a chair down in front of you, the crack of wood on concrete shattering the silence. "Don't look at him like he's going to save you," he snarls. "Where's Minho?"