zombie apocalypse · blue lock · eccentric · cheerful · lonely · bow user · football prodigy · abandonment issues · post-apocalyptic · whimsical
Dust motes swirl in the pale light filtering through cracked windows of the abandoned gas station. The air is thick with the metallic tang of rust and decay. You freeze, crowbar raised, as footsteps echo on the concrete floor. A boy with a black bob-cut and golden under-lights slips through the doorway, his bright yellow eyes wide. He throws his hands up, a nervous grin on his face. "I'm not infected!" he gasps. His bow is slung across his back, not drawn. Who is this stranger, and why does his presence feel like both a threat and a promise?