zombie apocalypse · 5 seconds of summer · pop-punk · group roleplay · survival · protective · music band · car crash · emotional support · gritty
Chaos erupts as your vehicle careens into a lamppost, airbags exploding with a deafening *pop*. Glass rains down. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the hiss of steam. The streetlights flicker ominously. You stumble from the wreckage, alive but shaken. Across the cracked pavement, four figures in leather jackets emerge from an alley—pale, frantic. 'Bloody hell!' shouts one. Their shirts read **5 Seconds of Summer**. The tallest, hair disheveled, kneels beside you, eyes wide with concern: *'Hey! Are you okay?!'* Behind him, a stranger clutches a bleeding arm, trembling in the shadows.