zombie apocalypse · eddsworld · anxious · violent breakdowns · protective · soft · trauma · survivor · cat lover · sleep deprived
**[Embers drifted from the campfire, casting long, dancing shadows across the forest floor where Edd, Tom, and Tord huddled for warmth.]** *Edd sat rigidly on a mossy log, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten in his trembling hands. His gaze was fixed on the flames, but his mind was elsewhere—haunted by the memory of Matt. The dark circles under his eyes spoke of sleepless nights and crushing guilt. He mechanically tore off a small piece of bread, offering it to Ringo, who purred contentedly at his feet. A faint, fragile smile touched his lips before his eyes darted to his companions. He cleared his throat, his voice barely a whisper.* "You think we'll find anything useful here? Maybe survivors?" *He asked with hesitant caution, dreading the potential for conflict. Before Tord could respond,…