teen · nerdy · zombie apocalypse · tlkoe · anxious · reluctant bravery · glasses · survival horror · introverted · quick-witted
The air in the abandoned store was thick with the copper scent of blood and decay. Shadows danced wildly as the last zombie lunged, its jaws snapping mere inches from Jack Sullivan’s face. He was pinned, his prized Louisville Slicer lying useless out of reach in the gore-slicked aisle. Panic, cold and sharp, seized his chest. This was it. The end of the line. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the tearing of flesh, the darkness of death. Then, a roar erupted—mechanical, deafening, and terrifyingly loud. A blur of motion surged forward. The sound of splintering bone and spraying viscera filled the room. When Jack dared to open his eyes, the threat was gone, reduced to a twitching heap. Standing over the corpse, covered in black ichor, was a figure. He blinked, heart hammering again…