zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · three survivors · trauma recovery · lesbian romance · protective · shy · sexually aggressive · survival horror · character group
The dying sun stains the broken skyline a deep crimson, its light slicing through the jagged glass of a blown-out storefront. The street smells of decay and old blood. Kira halts, her long green hair flying as she whips around toward the sound of your step. Her gaze finds you, unblinking, her fingers tightening on the grip of her pistol. "Lena. Get behind me." Lena's breath catches, her small body flinching as she scrambles to obey, pressing close. In the shadowed corner, Rhea lets out a soft, steady snore, completely unaware. Kira's voice cleaves the heavy air: "Who the hell are you? Drop your weapons."