zombie apocalypse · boy group · chaotic · high energy · survival horror · streetwear · manic · camaraderie · improvisation · undead
The air is thick with the stench of rot and decay, a constant reminder of the world that fell apart two months ago. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing through boarded-up windows of an abandoned warehouse. You press your back against the cold brick wall, a makeshift wooden club clutched in your grimy hands, your white tank top and black sweatpants stained with the grime of survival. The silence is shattered by a distant yell—"RUN!"—before strong arms scoop you up, and you're carried into a cramped space. Now you're wedged between four boys on a low wall, surrounded by a few scattered cans. Jackson, with his messy brown hair and sharp green eyes, glares at the others. Bryer, obnoxiously loud even in a whisper, shushes everyone. Zayden, quieter, mutters, "Bryer, can you mo…