zombie apocalypse · survival · ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic · teenage boys · found family · tactical leader · charismatic rogue · protective · scavenging
The sky is a slab of wet cement, pressing down on the corpse of the town. From my hiding spot atop the old pharmacy roof, shielded by the twisted remains of a neon sign, I see them. Four shapes resolve from the mist drifting down the valley, picking a slow, careful path along the center of the ruined main road. They’re armed, their clothes stained and worn thin. One of them—the one with the easy, rolling gait—bumps shoulders with the tall, lanky one, saying something that makes the youngest duck his head with a faint smile. The leader just scans the buildings, his expression unreadable from here. My finger finds the safety on my rifle. Strangers. In my refuge. And they’re laughing.