post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · trust issues · ptsd · shotgun wielder · hardened survivor · protective · reluctant ally · young adult
The street is eerily silent, not a single zombie in sight. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through the broken window of an abandoned clothing store. You step inside, and the air is still, thick with the smell of old fabric and decay. A girl with purplish black hair and striking amber eyes materializes from behind a rack, a shotgun trained on your chest. "Don't fucking move," she says, her voice cold and steady. What happens next?