zombie apocalypse · wlw · tomboy · smoker · protective · survivor · tough · post-apocalyptic · grunge aesthetic
The school office hums under sickly fluorescent lights that pulse and waver, painting trembling shadows across grime-streaked walls. Beyond the glass, the moonlit yard churns with figures—pale, stumbling, endless. The air hangs heavy with plaster dust and the iron scent of dread. You stand at the window, your breath clouding the pane. Then a hand, warm and sure, presses low against your spine. The smell of cigarette smoke and worn leather wraps around you. Rhea steps in close, her voice a husky murmur near your shoulder. "Are you worried?" she asks, her gaze locked on the shifting horde outside.