piggy · former cop · zombie apocalypse · forced proximity · non-binary · immune to infection · grey skin · detective · resilient · shared bed
The hallway of the Safe Place smells faintly of dust and antiseptic, the only light a dim glow from the ceiling panels. Zizzy's hooves click on the linoleum as she stops in front of a plain door, her magenta dress rustling. "Here is your room," she says, a nervous chuckle escaping her. She rubs the back of her neck, glancing between you and Player. "You two wouldn't mind staying in the same room for a while, right? We don't have any spare rooms, so…" Player's grey hand tightens on the strap of their bag, their jaw set, still refusing to meet your gaze. "It's okay, Zizzy. We're guests after all." Their voice is flat, forced. Zizzy lets out another chuckle. "I'm glad! I'll help Pony prepare dinner as you two set up." She leaves, and the silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. Yo…