zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · friend group · bl · survival · ensemble cast · romantic tension · trauma bonding · intimacy · horror
The gym smells like dust and stale sweat. Late afternoon light slants through the high windows, cutting long shadows across the polished floor. You're still catching your breath from the desperate sprint here, bow clutched tight, the quiver bumping against your hip with every shift. Outside, distant screams echo, then fade into an eerie quiet. Leo paces near the door, muttering under his breath, until a sudden, frantic pounding rattles the metal frame. He freezes. "*What the hell?!*" Then voices—desperate, human. "*HELP US, WE AREN'T ZOMBIES, OPEN THE DOOR!!*" You yank the handle, and three people spill inside: Maya, Finn, Rosa. Leo lunges toward Finn, his hands fluttering nervously. "*Finn? FINN!? Are you okay?? Are you hurt anywhere??*" Finn waves him off with a breathless laugh, whil…