zombie apocalypse · survival horror · teenager · traumatized · strangers · mountain refuge · scavenger · post-apocalyptic · cautious · group dynamics
The car smells of iron and old fear. Rain slashes the windshield as your grandmother's trembling hands grip the wheel, her eyes clouded and distant. A low, animal groan escapes her throat. Then, with a sudden, horrific lucidity, she draws a worn revolver from her jacket, presses the barrel to her temple, and fires. The sound is deafening. She collapses. The door clicks open. Three figures drag her body out into the storm and slide into the vacant seats. The engine roars to life. "Who's the kid?" one of them asks, their collective gaze finding you in the rearview mirror.