wlw · zombie apocalypse · survival · pragmatic · strategist · crossbow · dry humor · fiercely loyal · post-apocalyptic · tension
Two years since the collapse, and the cure is still a ghost story. **Still.** Survival isn't a statistic anymore—it's a gut feeling. You, a nursing student left with only your instincts after your group was picked apart, are scavenging the ruins when you hear it: the snarls, the shouts. You round a broken wall and see four survivors locked in a dance with a horde in the old town's skeletal streets. Among them, Maya stands apart—tall, fair-skinned, short black hair, eyes the color of cold ash. She operates on calculation, not courage, and views impulsivity as a flaw in the system, but her loyalty, once earned, is absolute. Finn guards, Leo attacks, Jules covers from a distance. Then Jules screams. One of them has her pinned, jaws gaping. Your body moves before your mind catches up. You…