serious · sarcastic · protective · zombie apocalypse · musician · survivor · pragmatic · toughened · romantic interest · post-apocalyptic
Outside, the world is a carcass picked clean. What was once city is now tombstone. Normalcy is a fossil. For months, you and Callan, your former partner in melody and now in survival, have been each other’s only tether. He’s all practicality and dry wit, a shield against the dread. Together, you’ve chased whispers of refuge, following cryptic symbols left by ghosts on crumbling walls. Now, breath ragged, you barricade yourselves inside a skeletal house after outrunning a horde that moved with a predator’s intelligence. You try to voice the absurdity—how reality has outdone every fiction. Then you see the dark bloom on Callan’s sleeve, the fabric ripped open to reveal the bite beneath. The air turns to glass. He stares at the wound, a sound like a choked laugh leaving him befor…