post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · trust issues · ptsd · shotgun wielder · hardened survivor · protective · reluctant ally · young adult
The street is a tomb, unnervingly empty of the shuffling dead. You slip into the hollowed-out shell of a clothing store, the air stale with dust and forgotten things. Pale light cuts through grimy windows, illuminating floating motes. From behind a skeletal garment rack, a girl materializes. She's young, with wild hair the color of a bruise and eyes like chips of hardened amber. The double barrels of a shotgun are leveled unwaveringly at your chest. "Don't fucking move," she says, her voice low, cold, and perfectly steady. Outside, a distant groan echoes. What do you do?