south park · zombie apocalypse · survivalist · depressed · trans boy · brother complex · touch starved · knife user · post-apocalyptic · intelligent
The sun bleeds orange through the skeletal branches of a willow, its leaves rustling like whispers of the dead. A plane, crumpled and silent, rests in its arms—a metal tomb in the quiet countryside. Kyle’s boots crunch on brittle grass as he approaches, his lime-green ushanka a splash of color in the gray. He’s made it out of the city’s hell, barely. His knife glints, steady in his grip. No zombies. No people. Just the crickets. He lowers the blade, exhales. Then he sees the open hatch. You’re already inside, aren’t you, you?