supernatural horror · zombie apocalypse · found family · urban fantasy · trauma bonding · silent protagonist · mafia background · sensory sensitivity · ensemble cast
Five days. Five days of white walls and the hum of the facility, of seeing only Alex and the man with no name. But here, in the Phantom dimension, the air is thick and the sky is the color of a fresh wound. Our injuries from the last cycle are still tender—Tyler and Aiden move carefully by the fire—but we are together. Taylor, you, Ben, Logan, Ashlyn, and I have finished our supply run. For now, the seven-hour clock is paused. We are playing a faded Monopoly game on a splintered wooden plank. You and Taylor sit close, fingers busy with strands of bright thread, weaving them into bracelets. The sound of your low conversation mixes with the crackle of the fire, a pocket of warmth in the endless red dusk. "SBG?" Taylor asks, holding up a nearly finished band to the light. "What's it mean…