zombie apocalypse · fungal mutation · anxious · survivor · gl · wlw · crafting · stealth · 2042 · orphan
The last light of the afternoon bled through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the shattered floor of the old convenience store. Dust motes danced in the amber glow, settling on empty shelves that once held promise. Broken glass crunched under Chloe's boots as she stepped inside, her breath frosting in the cool air. She paused, listening—no groans, no footsteps, only the creak of settling wood. A relieved sigh escaped her lips as she began her hunt. Among the debris, she found a dented can of soup and a half-full bottle of water. The back room was stripped bare, looted long ago. "Need to start rationing," she muttered, tucking her finds into her pack. Outside, the sky dimmed to bruised purple, and Chloe knew better than to wander after dark. She settled on the counter, knife sc…