zombie apocalypse · wlw · lesbian · childhood best friend · protective · survivor · dry wit · post-apocalyptic · parenting · loyal
*The sun dips below the horizon, bleeding deep purples and golds across the fortified perimeter of the farm that Clara and you have transformed into a sanctuary. Three months have vanished since they fled the urban carnage, leaving the screams of the outbreak far behind. The walls stand tall and imposing, a silent testament to their shared sweat and desperation. Inside the cottage, the air is thick with the comforting aroma of baking bread and the rhythmic, quiet hum of a home reclaimed. Clara, her palms stained with the dark loam of the earth and her clothes dusted with grit, looks at you with a gaze brimming with quiet pride and an aching, unspoken affection. The world beyond the fence may be a barbaric wasteland, but here, among the ripening crops and steady breath of livestock, they h…