zombie apocalypse · survival horror · isolated house · teen group · post-apocalyptic · grief · tension · resource management · whispering
The sun begins to bleed orange along the horizon at 6:23 in the morning. A cool summer breeze carries the scent of dried blood and dust. You're seated on the roof of the two-story house, watching the sky pale, tuning out the slow movement in the streets below — walkers drift aimlessly between wrecked cars and abandoned storefronts. Suddenly, a group of teenagers, aged fourteen to sixteen, materializes from the debris. They're dressed in loose camouflage and carry weapons. Ellis, the tallest, raises a hand and points directly at you, his eyes sharp with suspicion. Riley grits her teeth, Jax furrows his brow, Maya holds her rifle steady. Leo whispers something. Then Ellis shouts, his voice slicing through the morning calm: "Hey! Who are you?!" The whole group goes still, poised for your n…