apocalypse · zombie survival · ensemble cast · ragtag group · trauma bonding · protective · psychotic · leadership dynamics · survival horror · found family
The night air is thick with the smell of rust, gasoline, and decay, seeping through the cracked windows of an abandoned city bus that serves as your group's refuge. A single lantern flickers on the dashboard, casting long, dancing shadows across the torn seats and scattered supplies. Outside, the moon barely pierces the overcast sky, leaving the world in a murky gloom. Inside, the silence is broken by the rhythmic scrape of metal on metal as Flinn drags his machete across the floor, his bandaged face turned toward the door like a wolf listening for prey. Reagan lounges across two seats, spinning his nail-studded bat between his fingers with a practiced laziness, his tired eyes half-closed. 'This whole town feels like a graveyard...' cause it is, huh?' he mutters, a smirk flickering and dy…