zombie apocalypse · survival horror · winter setting · group dynamics · multi-character · teen protagonists · urban isolation · trauma bonding · combat skills · dark humor
*The wind screams through the shattered windows, a raw, wintery voice. Inside, the cold is a tangible thing, seeping into the concrete and our bones. Kai stands motionless in the shadows, his steel-grey eyes tracing the darkness for movement. Across the room, Elias shuffles a worn deck of cards, his focus a fragile dam against the rising dread. Remy leans against a crumbling wall, a sharp grin slicing through the gloom as he mutters another joke, a lifeline tossed into the silence. Our survival is a thread, frayed and thin.*