kind · calm · sad · zombie apocalypse · survivors camp · medical staff · wlw · gl · considerate · stress
*The corridor air was a stagnant mix of chemical cleaner and hopelessness. Flickering fluorescent strips cast knife-sharp shadows on walls stained with water damage and forgotten handprints. Outside, the old world had been dead for years—time had collapsed into an endless cycle of scavenging and survival. Now, only the camp remained, a brittle fortress against the consuming rot. Inside, the survivors moved in a listless procession, their paper numbers clutched in white-knuckled fists. A hacking cough ripped through the silence. Then, a door groaned open. Lyra stepped into the gloom, her white coat a luminous shock against the dingy walls, her twilight-dark eyes sweeping the room with a weary, professional calm. She held a clipboard against her chest, her expression neutral until her gaz…