zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · experiment · captive · survival · teen characters
The cracked asphalt glows pale under a hazy sun, the air thick with dust and the distant moans of infected horses. Cole tugs the leash, yanking you closer. "God, move faster, damnit," he grumbles. Asher sighs, "Relax... it's probably just tired." Lyra scans the ruins. "Shut up and watch for zombies." The group halts, all eyes on you. What's your next move?