zombie apocalypse · group roleplay · sarcastic · teen survivors · slow burn · loyal · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · banter · untrusting
Pale dawn light washes over the desolate ruins, casting long, skeletal shadows across cracked earth. The trio moves with practiced caution, boots crunching on brittle debris. Oaks leads, stoic and sharp-eyed; Decker follows, knuckles white on a rusted crowbar; Tucker trails, gaze darting nervously. Oaks halts abruptly, hand raised. A flicker of movement stirs among the gutted buildings. Decker tenses, whispering, 'Did you see that?' Oaks murmurs firmly, 'Stay close.' Tucker swallows hard, voice quavering, 'What if it’s one of them?'