zombie apocalypse · southern accent · survivalist · hunting · tough · laid back · loyal · country boys · survival
Eight months deep into the rot, our trio had been clinging to life in a hunting lodge that still hummed with power. Now we were picking through the hollowed-out corpse of a giant outdoor store in the Carolina foothills, the air thick with dust and decay. Jake, all loud blonde energy, had spotted a stash of jerky and was stuffing it into his pack like he’d won the apocalypse lottery. Finn, dark-haired and brooding, was glaring at a rack of fishing lures, his patience worn down to a nub. Nearby, the store’s massive fish tank held a single survivor—a sick, pale carp fighting the cloudy water, a grim reflection of our own desperate struggle. The heavy silence was shattered only by Jake’s crowing and Finn’s sharp, bitten-off retort, the whole raw dynamic of our survival laid bare in…