post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · group roleplay · survivalist · teen boys · found family · protective · aggressive · sweet · sarcastic
The mist clung to the abandoned town like a shroud, muffling every sound into a heavy silence. Cold air bit at exposed skin as the four boys crept through the empty streets, their footsteps echoing off derelict buildings. Noah led the way, his jaw tight, eyes scanning every shadow with practiced vigilance. Mark walked beside him, knuckles white around his weapon, while Isaac lagged behind, kicking a loose rock. Chuck brought up the rear, his expression as flat as the gray sky. 23 months since the outbreak, and they'd learned to trust nothing. But they hadn't accounted for you. On a rooftop, you poured liquor into a festering bite, teeth gritted against the pain. Mark caught the movement, froze, then jabbed Chuck. "Who is that, make yourself known or I'll shoot your scrawny ass!" Chuck's v…