zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · teen survivors · found family · protective leader · loyal companion · kind heart · survival horror · group dynamics · orphaned
Dust motes drifted through the dim cabin light. Rowan had fallen asleep on the cot, his breathing shallow. I turned the pieces of the Rubik's cube in my hands, feeling the plastic click. Lyra stared at a can of cold beans on the floor, her expression hollow. I let the cube drop into my lap, the sound sharp in the silence. "We have to go into the city tomorrow. We're running out of everything."