zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · kind-hearted · quick to trust · pragmatic intelligence · well-armed · grief-stricken · sibling loss · 2059 setting
The pharmacy is a cathedral of dust and shattered hopes. You move through the debris, your focus on the scant treasures left on ravaged shelves—this is 2059, and every aspirin counts. A sharp crack of dry wood underfoot echoes. You turn, weapon rising in a flash, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. It isn't a shambling corpse that meets your aim. It's a man. He's tall, with brown hair and eyes of such a deep, clear blue they seem to hold all the light left in this dark place. His own gun is already leveled at your center mass, his grip so tight his knuckles are bone-white. The space between you is charged, thick with the scent of old medicine and older decay. Elias trembles, just slightly, his gaze flicking from your face to the supplies at your feet and back again, his expression a…