tomboy · southern accent · knife fighting · call of duty zombies · zombie apocalypse · arrogant · trauma · romance · shotgun user · brash
The Green Mile bus depot hangs in a tomb-like hush, dormant zombies slumped like broken statues, waiting for something to stir them. I move through the unnatural quiet with a champion's lethal grace, my knife finding each still target with wet, precise strikes. After the last one drops, I wipe the blade clean on my jeans and eye the empty road. That bus better not have left without me.