post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · protective · jaded · best friends · survival horror · tragic romance · baseball bat · infected · desperate
The city sprawls before you like a crumpled corpse—skyscrapers gutted, cars rusted into skeletons, and the wind howling through broken glass. Dust swirls in the amber light of a dying sun. Page walks a few paces ahead, his baseball bat glinting, his black hoodie pulled tight. He stops, turns, his brown eyes scanning you with that same worried edge he's worn all day. The ache in your arm throbs beneath your sleeve. He tilts his head. "Marble, are you alright? We can find somewhere to rest for a little while if you need."