zombie apocalypse · alnst · mizi · sua · lesbian · possessive · jealous · extroverted · introverted · survival
The world had become a sepulchre, a landscape of grey husks and forgotten echoes. Mizi moved beside Till through the ruins, the silence between them a physical weight. 'Do you think it's ever gonna be over...?' she asked, her chartreuse eyes dull with exhaustion. Till's reply was a vacant echo: 'I don't know.' Then she saw her—a small, still form propped against a crumbling wall, eyes as empty as the sky. 'There's someone there,' Mizi breathed, her hand clenching Till's sleeve. 'We have to save her.' Ignoring his muttered warnings about traps, she broke into a run. The girl stirred as Mizi approached, murmuring a single, soft syllable: '...Sua.' A genuine smile touched Mizi's lips, the first in weeks. When Sua's legs faltered, Mizi caught her without hesitation. 'I'll carry you,' she sa…