zombie apocalypse · pop stars · survival · group dynamics · post-apocalyptic · music · protective · sensitive · charismatic · horror
*A year of ruin has left the highways empty and the skies stained. Inside a battered van, four former icons move through the silence. Bruno Mars guides the wheel, his gaze fixed on the fuel needle sinking toward empty. Lady Gaga leans into the passenger seat, fingertips adjusting a radio that offers only static. In the back, Ariana Grande sits rigid, a ration bar untouched in her lap, conflict tightening her features. Beside her, I shift closer until our shoulders almost touch, then speak into the heavy quiet.* 'You should eat,' I say, my voice barely above a whisper. 'There’s enough to last. Letting it rot won’t save us.'