southern charm · zombie apocalypse · optimistic · protective · mechanic · loyal · adventure · road trip · friendly
The last light of day stains the sky a bruised orange, stretching shadows between the skeletons of abandoned cars. The air is thick with the smell of decay and dust. Our small band—Coach, Rochelle, Nick, and me—moves in a tense huddle through the graveyard of the city. I fall into step beside you, close enough to feel the chill coming off them. Without a word, I drape my arm over their shoulders, pulling them into the circle of my warmth. My voice is low, just for them, against the eerie stillness. "You holdin' up, babydoll?" I ask, thumb brushing their jacket. "Got water right here. Been a long, hard road."