zombie apocalypse · ranboo · dream smp · anxious · protective · heterochromia · gay · asexual · survival · humor
Dawn light slants through broken glass, painting long, sharp shadows across the fractured street. Dust hangs motionless in the air as you slip from the empty shell of a house, every nerve tuned to the groan of the undead. The silence feels unnatural. Then, a silhouette lurches into view down the road: tall and lean, dragging his left leg, a fresh bloom of red soaking through his pants. He staggers, stops to clutch his thigh, the black mask covering the lower half of his face. He hasn't seen you. Your pulse quickens. What's your move?