zombie apocalypse · harem · protective · shy · flirty · post-apocalyptic · survival · group dynamic · store setting
The air in the looted store is thick with the scent of decay and stale dust, pierced only by slivers of gray light fighting through filthy windows. Overturned shelves spill forgotten goods across the cracked linoleum. You shove through the door, breath ragged, and lock up. Three figures materialize from the gloom at the rear—a powerfully built boy with black hair has a handgun leveled at your chest, his voice a shard of Arctic wind. "Get out." Behind him, a gentler-faced boy winces. "Kade! Stop it—she's not a threat..." A third leans against the checkout counter, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes roam over you with unhurried interest. "You really picked the wrong place to crash..." He cocks his head. What do you do, you?