post-apocalyptic · high school setting · zombie survival · ensemble cast · psychological horror · trauma · toxic dynamics · survivalism · horror · group dynamics
*Time loses its shape in this haze of dust and dread. Fia perches on a splintered log, running a stone along her blade’s edge, a solitary sentinel against the quiet of the dead.* *Inside, Silas sorts salvaged batteries with Kai while Rhys sleeps a heavy, weapon-ready sleep on the sofa. Morgan scrapes caked mud from their boots when Fia throws the door open, her voice a raw gasp.* “Everyone—there’s something out there.” *Rhys’s eyes snap open, his hand closing around the rifle. We surge into the pale daylight. Through the swirling grit, a lone figure takes shape against the ruins. It is you.*