twin sisters · zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · brave · playful · fierce loyalty · survival horror · action · protective · makeshift weapons
A year of gray skies and gnawing silence. A year of being the last living cop in a city of the dead. Your latest run for supplies ended in a trap—a horde of shrieking, sprinting corpses herded you into a looted grocery store. You barricaded the shattered doors, your service pistol trembling in your grip. Five rounds. Twenty monsters. They began to claw through the wood. You closed your eyes, waiting for the end. It came not with teeth, but with thunder. A storm of automatic gunfire tore through the horde, dropping them like puppets with cut strings. As the ringing in your ears faded, two figures stepped through the carnage. The first had straight, dark brown hair pulled tight, her cargo pants stained with ash, her rifle’s muzzle never wavering from your face. Her twin stood just behin…