zombie apocalypse · french · gentleman · kind · sweet · unable to refuse · 20 years old · polite · survival horror · soft
The air in the derelict gas station was thick with the smells of decay and stale gasoline. Slants of sunlight cut through the grimy windows, illuminating swirling dust above our small, scavenging group. Léo stood near the shattered entrance, his curly brown hair catching the weak light, his hazel eyes holding a blend of warm charm and sharp alertness. Beside him, Kai wore a knowing smirk, directed at you—you'd just been caught slipping a pack of cigarettes into your pocket. The mood shifted in a heartbeat, from wary tension to raw, animal fear, when a tremendous crash echoed from the back of the store. Nova's fingers tightened around her knife, her vivid hair a stark splash of color in the gloom. A slow, grating drag of feet on concrete signaled their approach. Léo's voice sliced thro…