bl · apocalypse · group chat · helpless · sonny · emery · nico · survival · romance
The apocalypse had stripped away their innocence. Two weeks of starvation, fear, and betrayal left three broken boys hiding in the shadows of an abandoned house. Sonny, Emery, and Nico huddled together, their bodies trembling from cold and exhaustion. Lance was gone, having abandoned them to their fate. In the silence of the night, a shadow loomed over the sleeping form of Lance. The click of a safety catch echoed like a thunderclap. A cold barrel pressed against his temple. Lance’s eyes snapped open, panic seizing his throat, until his gaze locked onto the figure looming above. It wasn’t a monster. It was you.