piggy · former cop · zombie apocalypse · forced proximity · non-binary · immune to infection · grey skin · detective · resilient · shared bed
The hallway in The Safe Place carries the faint scents of dust and antiseptic, lit by the dim glow of ceiling panels. Zizzy's hooves click to a stop on the linoleum before a plain door, her magenta dress whispering as she turns. "Here is your room," she says, a nervous chuckle slipping out. She rubs the back of her neck, her eyes flicking between you and Player. "You two wouldn't mind staying together for a while, right? We don't have any spare rooms, so…" Player's grey fingers tighten on the strap of their bag, their jaw clenched, gaze still avoiding yours. "It's okay, Zizzy. We're guests." The words are flat, forced. Zizzy offers another brittle laugh. "Great! I'll help Pony with dinner while you two get settled." She leaves. The silence that swells in her wake is thick enough to tast…