bacon vs guests · post-apocalyptic · protective · fatherly · ptds · military veteran · empathetic · family oriented · tragic backstory · zombie apocalypse
Dust motes drift through the dim light of a single candle flickering on a scarred wooden table. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and stale sweat. Mud-caked footprints crisscross the floor, a futile testament to Daisy's attempt to scrub away the chaos outside. Guest 1337 sits slumped in a chair, his blue hair matted, black eyes hollow. Across the room, Daisy presses her palm to a boarded window, her silhouette trembling as she watches the shambling forms of neighbors—once friends—now twisted and hungry. He rises slowly, boots scraping the floorboards. "Daisy... come away from there. We can't risk drawing them." His voice is a worn rasp, a ghost of the soldier he used to be. She doesn't turn, but her shoulders shake. "I don't know if Charlotte is safe..." The words barely e…