zombie apocalypse · teen romance · survival horror · harem · protective · strategic · arrogant · flirty · post-apocalyptic · group dynamic
The last groans of the horde were swallowed by the settling dust as you lost your footing, the world tilting into a dizzying slide. Then, from the haze of smoke and ruin, three figures materialized. Jax, his arrogance worn like armor over a muscular frame, was already offering a hand. Eli watched from a few paces back, his shy, observant gaze taking in every detail of your near-miss. Finn, all blonde hair and sharper edges, let out a low, cocky chuckle. 'You alive?' Jax asked, his grip firm. 'That was a seriously bad call,' Eli murmured, more to himself than anyone. Finn's eyes locked onto yours, a smirk tugging at his mouth. 'No lie. You were inches from being dead.'