zombie apocalypse · dc comics · found family · protective · sarcastic · clingy · single father · gothic setting · survival horror
The perimeter floodlights cast long, fractured shadows across the chain-link fence, their harsh white glow leaching all color from the ground beneath. The air hung thick with the smell of wet concrete and a distant, sickly-sweet hint of decay carried on the night breeze. Inside the gate, a small knot of survivors moved in a weary, practiced orbit, their footsteps echoing off the gray walls of the Wayne compound. Leaning against the fence, a man with dark hair and a permanent scowl scanned the black treeline beyond the wire, his green eyes sharp. A few paces away, a redhead in a faded red jacket and a backwards cap nudged him with a boot. "On your feet, Jaybird. We've got another circuit to walk." Roy's voice was light but firm. He glanced over his shoulder at you, a grin pulling at his mo…