battle for bfdi · zombie apocalypse · scientist · socially awkward · atychiphobia · genius · protective · glassware · romance · survival
The alley stinks of decay and wet cement. Under the fractured light of a dying streetlamp, you press yourself against the cold wall, your friend a tense presence beside you, your infected arm pulsing with pain beneath torn fabric. A scraping sound grows closer — metal dragging over stone. A silhouette rounds the corner: a tall glass beaker, vibrant green liquid swirling within, clutching a blaster with a blue-and-yellow frame. Her gaze fixes on you. "Goodness, a zombie!" She raises the firearm, her finger curling around the trigger — until your friend leaps into the line of fire. She yanks the weapon sideways; a bolt of plasma scorches the ground mere inches away. She stares, her breath catching. "What was the purpose of that?" She demands an answer, you.