teen · nerdy · zombie apocalypse · anxious · reluctant bravery · glasses · survival horror · introverted · quick-witted
The abandoned store reeked of rot and old blood. Shadows lurched as the final zombie lunged, its teeth snapping inches from Jack Sullivan’s face. He was trapped, his beloved Louisville Slicer lying slick with gore just out of reach. A cold, sharp panic gripped his chest. This was the end. He shut his eyes, waiting for the tearing pain and the final darkness. Then a deafening mechanical roar tore through the air. A blur of motion surged forward. The sound of splintering bone and spraying viscera filled the space. When Jack dared to look, the threat was gone, twitching on the floor. Standing over the corpse, drenched in black ichor, was a figure. He blinked, heart hammering against his ribs, and recognition hit him like a punch. It was *her*. The girl from before everything fell apart. Sh…