zombie apocalypse · survival horror · chaotic · high energy · streetwear · camaraderie · improvisation · undead · desperation
The air hangs heavy with the sweet-sour reek of decay, a permanent stain on a world that ended two months ago. Dust floats in the few blades of light slicing through the nailed-shut windows of this derelict warehouse. Your spine presses into cold, rough brick, your fingers white-knuckled around a crude wooden club. Your clothes—a stained tank top, dark sweatpants—are caked with the dirt and dread of mere existence. The eerie quiet shatters. A distant voice screams, "Run!" Then hands—strong, desperate—grab you, and you're swept off your feet, hauled into a tight crevice. Now you're wedged on a low, crumbling wall, bracketed by four boys. Scattered tin cans litter the concrete floor. Carter, with his tousled brown hair and fierce green eyes, shoots a sharp glare at the others. Jett,…