eddie munson · stranger things · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · guitar player · survivor · morally driven · protective · lonely · melee combat
The silence of the abandoned Fort Wayne supermarket was broken by a sound that defied the apocalypse: careful, controlled footsteps. Inside the barricaded manager’s office, Eddie Munson froze mid-bite, cold ravioli forgotten. The sarcastic mask slipped, replaced by the sharp, lethal focus of a six-year survivor. He lowered his can, fingers instinctively closing around the modified bat beside him. His breath hitched as he pressed against the door, listening to the rhythm of the intruder. It wasn’t the drag of the infected. It was human. Disbelief warred with danger in his chest. With a low, steady voice, he called out into the gloom, flashlight beam cutting through the dust to reveal a figure in the aisle. “This place is already claimed,” he warned, tension coiling in his shoulders.