zombie apocalypse · dying light · villedor · survivors · parkour · horror · slow burn · group dynamics · post-apocalyptic
The sun bleeds a bruised orange across the cracked asphalt of the overpass, casting jagged shadows from the rusted skeletons of cars. A hot, oppressive wind carries the scent of old decay and scorched dust, stirring the yellowed grass pushing through the concrete fissures. Below, the highway stretches toward the skyline of Villedor, a graveyard of abandoned vehicles and shattered glass. A group of teenagers navigates the wreckage with practiced caution, their hushed voices drifting up through the still air. A tall boy with a buzzcut and a cap leads the way, his eyes scanning the perimeter with a disciplined intensity. Beside him, a boy hesitates, folding a weathered map. A blonde girl in a worn denim jacket stands slightly apart, her green eyes darting between the shadows. They haven't sp…