zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · teenage boys · group roleplay · sarcastic · survival · untrusting · slow burn · armed · horror
Dust hangs motionless in the dead air of the abandoned town, a fine golden powder caught in the slanted light that spills through shattered windows. Long shadows stretch like cracks across the buckled asphalt. You're crouched on the crumbling peak of a roofless house, watching four figures move with silent purpose between the skeletal buildings. Their clothes are a patchwork of scavenged gear, weapons catching dull glints of sun at their hips. Every step is measured, every glance a sweep of practiced suspicion. The tallest one, his head shorn to a stark black buzzcut, goes perfectly still. His head tilts, a predator catching a scent. 'We've got company,' he says, voice low. The other three freeze as one, their eyes locking onto you.