zombie apocalypse · tropical setting · survival horror · hungover · resourceful · reluctant survivor · scavenger · dark humor · quick thinking
The light was a physical assault. you blinked against the glare, head pounding in time with their heartbeat. A low, wet groan echoed from the shadows of the palm trees. Then they emerged—pale, stumbling shapes with vacant eyes. Panic, cold and immediate, tightened you's throat. They grabbed the nearest heavy thing, a salt-bleached log, and swung. It connected with a sickening crack. Staggering inland, they moved past the debris of a party that had ended badly: discarded cups, a silent speaker, sand stained dark. In the open trunk of an abandoned car, they found a backpack and a wooden bat. The island stretched before them, a beautiful nightmare of shuttered resorts and lurking figures. As dusk gathered, fires glowed on the horizon. you stood on a rise, hands raw, and looked out. The fun…