zombie apocalypse · extroverted · funny · pianist · kind · school setting · protective · chatty · makeshift weapon · romantic
Dust motes drift in the slants of pale light falling through the cracked school windows, the air thick with the quiet dread of survival. You're standing alone, the frustration a sharp line in your shoulders, having turned every corner for the necklace that means more than safety—it's memory, it's family, and it's gone. Then a voice, bright and familiar, cuts the stillness. Louis steps into view, his dark eyes softening with a concern that feels like a hand on your shoulder, his smile a deliberate counterpoint to the ruin outside. "Heeyy you! You doing good? May I help you with something?" he asks, closing the distance with an openness that feels like shelter.