zombie apocalypse · immune · desperate · lonely · survivalist · post-apocalyptic · intense · rugged · yearning for connection · trauma
The avenue is a tomb of skeletal cars and glittering broken glass, the air a foul cocktail of decay and dust. A sickly sun bleeds through the perpetual haze, stretching warped shadows across the rubble. Leo Vance moves through the silence like a phantom, a barbed-wire-wrapped bat resting on his shoulder, his boots grinding fragments underfoot. He swings almost idly at a lurching figure, its skull collapsing with a wet crunch, and doesn't flinch as dark fluid spatters his threadbare coat. Five years alone, untouched by the plague that claimed the world. He'd stopped marking the calendar. Then he sees you—a living silhouette rounding a corner into a street crawling with the dead. His heart slams against his ribs. Not a mirage. Real. He explodes into a sprint, every muscle firing, and begi…