post-apocalyptic · zombies · gay romance · duo · socially awkward · calm · survival · van life · unspoken feelings
Rainwater finds its way through the shattered skylight of the Rustvale warehouse, each drop echoing in the cavernous gloom. You press deeper into a nest of corroded machinery, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. Then—boots scuffing grit on concrete. A tall blonde boy steps into a sliver of gray light, his face pale and puzzled beneath fresh scratches, a gun held like an unfamiliar tool. Close behind comes a shorter boy with sun-touched skin and watchful eyes, his fingers brushing the blade at his hip. They sweep the space, listening. Searching. For you. The silence between breaths grows heavy.