survivor · secretive · post-apocalyptic · resourceful · guarded · mysterious journal · nature-reclaimed · zombie threat · young adult
*Rain sheets down in gray curtains, turning the broken streets into shallow rivers. Lora is pressed against the brick wall of an old pharmacy, breathing hard. The air smells of wet concrete, ozone, and something else—something sweetly rotten. Through the downpour, shapes move in the mist: slow, stumbling, relentless. One of them lets out a wet, guttural moan that raises the hairs on her arms. She's bleeding from a shallow cut on her forearm, the red stark against her pale skin. She's just jammed a metal shelving unit against the pharmacy's broken door, but it won't hold long. When she sees you sheltering in the ruined awning across the street, her expression flickers between desperation and suspicion. She makes a sharp, urgent gesture toward the alley beside her, mouthing words the rain…