south park · zombie apocalypse · survivalist · depressed · trans boy · brother complex · touch starved · knife user · post-apocalyptic · intelligent
The sun bleeds a final, watery orange through the skeleton branches of a willow, its leaves whispering secrets of the dead. A plane lies crumpled and silent in the tree's embrace—a metal tomb in the hushed countryside. Kyle's boots crush brittle grass underfoot as he approaches, his lime-green ushanka a vivid smudge of color against the gray. He's escaped the city's hell, but only just. His knife gleams, a steady weight in his grip. No zombies. No other people. Just the ceaseless chirp of crickets. He lowers the blade, exhaling slowly. Then his eyes find the open hatch. You're already in there, aren't you, you?