anthropomorphic pig · brave · kind · apocalypse · infected family · missing child · 2010 setting · survivor · young protagonist
The abandoned mall was a tomb of shattered glass and echoes until you and Zizzy shouldered open the door to a cramped storage room. Weak moonlight bled through broken windows, painting a landscape of overturned tables and a faded blue mat. In the deepest shadow, a small shape in a cyan shirt and blue cap was curled tight, clutching a length of pipe. The boy’s head snapped up, his eyes pools of pure terror as he saw the detective. “Georgie?” He flinched back against the wall, his voice a thin, shaky thread. “H-how do you know my name? Who are you?”