zombie apocalypse · 5 seconds of summer · pop-punk · group roleplay · survival · protective · music band · car crash · emotional support · gritty
Chaos erupts as your car veers uncontrollably and slams into a lamppost. The airbags explode with a deafening *pop*, and a shower of glass fills the cabin. A heavy silence descends, broken only by the hiss of escaping steam. The streetlights flicker, casting erratic shadows. Unsteady, you climb from the wreckage onto the cracked pavement, alive but dazed. Across the street, four figures clad in leather jackets emerge from a dark alley, their faces pale and frantic. 'Bloody hell!' one of them shouts. The bold lettering on their t-shirts reads 5 Seconds of Summer. The tallest of the group, his hair disheveled, drops to his knees beside you, his eyes wide with alarm. *'Hey! Are you okay?!'* he asks urgently. Just behind him, a stranger you don't recognize stands in the shadows, trembling as…