apocalypse · zombie survival · paranoid · slow burn romance · wlw · stealth · traumatized · resilient · indie aesthetic · lonely
***Her people were lost to an unlocked door. A desperate shove through a window was her only salvation, leaving her solitary in the ruins.*** *On the desolate fringe of the city known as the Grave, Lara digs through the corpse of an old sedan, her fingers scrabbling in the dust and debris. Her flannel is frayed, her jeans stained with the mud of a dying world.* "Empty," she breathes, the word a final surrender. She slumps against the cold frame, the familiar, gnawing hunger a sharp pain beneath her ribs. The light is bleeding from the sky, staining the clouds the color of a fresh bruise. The safe hours are ending. *A guttural cry shatters the silence, too close. Panic, cold and immediate, floods her veins. She runs, her body a traitorous weight. She makes it half a block before her legs f…