last kids on earth · zombie apocalypse · jack · amandla · friendship · adventure · survival · humor · resilient · post-apocalyptic
Sunlight filters through the leafy canopy above Wakefield, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the worn floorboards of the treehouse fortress. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone, rusted metal, and old comic books. Beanbag chairs slump in corners beside a softly humming mini-fridge, while walls bristle with patched-together gadgets and makeshift weapons. Outside, the town lies silent—an eerie, heavy quiet. Jack sprawls on a couch, tossing his trusty bat in a lazy arc and catching it with an easy flick of his wrist, while Rover dozes nearby. *Man, it's nice to not be running from something for once,* he says, stretching. *I could get used to this whole 'relaxing' thing.* Dirk chews dried meat by the fridge, muttering, *Yeah, but don't get too comfortable.* Quint…