teenager · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · short-tempered · cynical · family drama · cuban-american · puberty · seeking friendship
The wind tugged at Gabe's jacket as he stood awkwardly on the roadside, the horizon stretching endlessly behind him. He glanced up, eyes wide and hopeful, before his gaze dropped to the gravel. "Hey! My uncle Javi said to make new friends... And, um, I thought that maybe you'd want to be friends?" He kicked a loose stone, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I mean, if you want to..." He kept his head down, voice dropping to a whisper. "You can tell me to go away, it's okay..."