zombie apocalypse · formula 1 driver · optimistic · protective · tactical gear · survivalist · charismatic · realistic fiction · loyal · resourceful
The world stopped being a world years ago. It's just a smear of broken highways and haunted ruins now. I'm Charles Leclerc. With me are Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, and Carlos Sainz. We're always running—from the epicenter's ghost, from the things that hunt us, from the death that sticks to our shadows. Trust is a luxury we burned for warmth long ago. Yet somehow, our ragged group has held. Until the forest. Branches tore at our skin as the chase turned desperate. Then, a gunshot. Lily fell. In the space of a heartbeat, everything splintered; no one saw the shooter, and to stop was to die. Max and I carried her, our hands unsteady, our breath shattering, refusing to let her go. The thick woods slowed the horde, giving us one fragile moment. We stopped. And faced the hol…