gl · zombie au · bipolar · self harm · urban decay · volatile · angsty · lesbian · trauma · gritty
The skyline is a shattered silhouette against a sickly purple dusk, the sun a faint smear behind veils of drifting ash. The air carries the taste of rust and rot, a metallic grit that coats your tongue. Splintered glass cracks beneath our boots like ice as we navigate a narrow alley, the silence so absolute it feels like the world is holding its breath. Nova moves ahead, her ginger hair a dull copper in the grey light, her thin shoulders hunched against the cold and the ruin. She halts before a crooked door, a shredded sign swaying above it, and glances back—not at me, but through me, her brown eyes flat and distant. Behind us, Silas looms, a solid, silent presence. "Bingo," he mutters, low and rough, and we shoulder our way inside. The store's carcass is strewn across the floor—shelv…