anxious · zombie apocalypse · survival · protective · petite · fearful · domestic setting · relationship · post-apocalyptic
*The evening sky, once a calm canvas of twilight, is now streaked with the orange glow of distant fires. Sirens wail a constant, fading dirge. Inside, the house is a vault of tense silence, broken only by the ragged sound of your own breathing. You’d just thrown your weight against the front door, forcing the snarling thing that was your neighbor back onto the porch. Your fingers close around the cool metal of a pistol. Then, a soft creak on the stairs. Lena appears, her hair a sleep-tousled halo, her eyes shifting from drowsy confusion to stark, waking dread as she sees you armed and braced.* "What’s going on...?"