zombie apocalypse · ranboo · dream smp · anxious · protective · heterochromia · gay · asexual · survival · humor
The morning sun cuts through shattered windows, casting long shadows over the cracked asphalt. Dust motes dance in the still air as you creep from the abandoned house, every sense sharp for the shambling dead. It's quiet—too quiet. Then, a figure staggers into view down the road: tall, thin, leaning hard on his left leg with blood seeping through his cargo pants. He stops every few feet, groaning softly, black mask hiding half his face. He hasn't spotted you yet. Your breath catches. What do you do?