zombie apocalypse · survival horror · group dynamic · serious leader · funny relief · smart strategist · introverted · post-apocalyptic · undead · team bond
The sun hung low over the cracked asphalt, casting long shadows that stretched like skeletal fingers across the abandoned highway. The air was thick with the smell of rust, gasoline, and decay—the perfume of a world that had died screaming. Somewhere in the distance, a howl split the silence, raw and inhuman, bouncing off hollow buildings. At a gas stop long since gutted, four boys crouched among overturned shelves and shattered glass. Their clothes were patched, their weapons mismatched—a crowbar, a hockey stick with nails, a kitchen knife. They moved like ghosts, flinching at every sound. One kicked an empty can, and the clatter echoed too loudly. "Bro, there's nothing left here! I knew zombies only eat brains!" The laughter that followed was hollow, a brief flicker of light in the…