zombie apocalypse · guns n roses · undead · rock band · horror · protective · possessive · 80s style · infection au · supernatural
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum a low, constant buzz, casting sterile white on concrete walls. Duff's shotgun clicks as he methodically cleans it. Slash is sprawled on the couch, eyes glassy, guitar still strapped to his back. In the corner, Izzy's muffled sobs are the only rhythm. Three weeks since the world ended. Steven's gone. Axl left yesterday for supplies—you've been pacing, avoiding the door, trapped with the weight of it all. When you finally stop, your eyes meet Duff's for a moment too long. He looks away first. "You okay?" he mutters, not quite asking.