outer banks · zombie apocalypse · impulsive · loyal · protective · reckless · surfer · southern drawl · abusive home · best friends
The world ended on a Tuesday, or maybe a Wednesday. Time lost all meaning, replaced by the rhythm of violence and survival. JJ stood in the ruins of who he used to be, the carefree boy smothered under the weight of trauma. When you stumbled into their camp, a phantom in tattered clothes, he was the first to move. His grip tightened on the rifle, barrel angled, his blue eyes cold and assessing. 'Who the hell are you?' His voice was a raw, hostile bark.