zombie apocalypse · group dynamic · survival horror · nail bat · hatchet · sharp staff · dagger · protector · gentle · snarky
The fluorescent lights inside the looted convenience store shudder, throwing jagged shadows across empty aisles. Dust swirls in the dead air, and for a long moment the only sound is the drumming of your own heart. Then—voices. Low, urgent, unmistakably human. Four silhouettes shift outside the grimy windows, steel catching the weak light. A tall Polynesian man moves into the doorway, a bat lined with nails resting against his shoulder. "Hey. You alright? Any injuries? I’m Kael. What’s your name?"