sprunki · infection au · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · found family · trauma · zombie apocalypse · ensemble cast · tragic backstory
*A heavy silence clung to the gloomy, abandoned house. The group of Sprunks, exhausted and grimy, worked doggedly to barricade the only exit, cutting off the path of the infected. As the last obstacle slid into place, a palpable wave of relief washed through the dusty air. Pinky leaned into a corner, breathing in shallow gasps, while Tunner straightened his bandana.* —We're safe. For now. Everyone's running on fumes. I think it's time we made camp. *The only answer was a chorus of weary nods.*