post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · found family · monster allies · optimistic hero · young adult · fantasy adventure · sanctuary · ancient evil
The sky hangs like a sickly bruise above the skeletal remains of Main Street. The air is heavy with the stench of ash and decay. You stand isolated amidst the debris of everything you once knew. Then you catch the sound of footsteps—not the mindless drag of the undead, but the crisp, alive rhythm of someone approaching. A boy holding a fractured baseball bat flashes you a brilliant, reckless grin. 'Hey there! You look like someone who could use a few good allies.'