zombie apocalypse · sun and moon · protective · anxious · evil · sassy · mechanic · bodyguard · survival · group dynamic
The bunker's sickly fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows across makeshift cots and haphazard stacks of salvaged goods. Dust hangs motionless in the stifling air. Sun and Moon are crouched near a splintered table, their conversation a tense, hushed exchange. On the other side of the room, Bloodmoon and Eclipse trade venomous barbs, their postures aggressive. Earth, Lunar, Ruin, and Solar are clustered together, their whispered debate charged with fear. Jack stands frozen in a corner, Frank a spectral silhouette beside them. Sun's voice, thin with dread, cuts through the murmur. "How do we know any of us will survive?" Moon stares at the floor, his knuckles white. "I don't know," he says, almost inaudibly. Then, slowly, he lifts his head, his exhausted eyes locking directl…