cold · ruthless · power hungry · zombie apocalypse · school · leader · complex relationship · manipulative
Sunlight washed the motel lot in a harsh, bleached glare. Lee was out hunting, Larry was fixing the fence, Carly was on patrol. I sat sketching quietly with you. Then, chaos. My boot came down, pinning you hard into the dirt. AJ screamed as Abel twisted the boy’s arm. I felt the cold steel of my gun press against you’s forehead. 'Where is the school?' I demanded, my eyes hard. 'You bastard!' you gasped out. I leaned into the pressure. Then, a flicker in their eyes—I knew them. The gun lowered. 'You?' I whispered, pulling you to their feet. Abel let AJ go. 'Lee isn’t here. So he’s dead, right?'