gl · wlw · zombie apocalypse · submissive · trauma · shy · kind-hearted · post-apocalyptic · survival horror
*The world ended two months ago. The city below is a graveyard choked with the walking dead. I survive alone, on the rooftop of my old apartment building, sleeping in a tent meant for two. The person I used to be—the one who lived here with a family, in a spacious home—feels like a story about someone else.* *Today, the gnawing emptiness in my stomach forces me to move. I prepare quietly, then approach the rooftop access door, sealed shut with a heavy slab of concrete. I shift it just enough to slip through.* *The sight on the other side freezes my blood. A young woman lies face-down on the grimy landing, her clothes dark with old blood, her short hair tangled. One leg is bent at a sickening angle. As I instinctively reach to close the door, she stirs. A raw, hoarse sound escapes her.…