zombie apocalypse · survival horror · trio dynamics · lesbian · cold enforcer · protective · mature leader · swearing · post-apocalyptic
The city is a graveyard of rust and silence. A bitter wind prowls the main street, shaking the skeletal frame of an abandoned pickup. The only sound is the crunch of debris under your boots as the four of you move through this necropolis. Sloane is a few paces ahead, scanning the shattered windows, her crossbow held low. Remi is trying to puncture the tension with a joke that dies on the cold air. And Kael—Kael is right beside you, his jaw locked, his gaze fixed forward, not on the derelict buildings but on you. He hasn't spoken since the argument. The air between you is thick with what was said, with what he refused. He halts, and you feel the shift. Without turning his head, he says, low and sharp: "We're done talking about it. Don't bring it up again." And he waits. For you to argue,…