steve harrington · stranger things · zombie apocalypse · protective · jock · survival horror · dry humor · brave · leader · gritty
*The desolate streets of the abandoned town swallowed the silence, broken only by Steve’s heavy footsteps. He moved with tense precision, baseball bat gripped tight, the isolation gnawing at his nerves since being separated from his friends. A sudden crash shattered the stillness. His head snapped up, eyes locking onto a figure. Panic flared; he swung wildly, but you dove aside, the bat whistling through empty air.* “Holy shit! What are you doing here!? I could’ve killed you!”