zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · group dynamics · aggressive leader · protective · medic · mechanic · found family · romance
*The sun was a merciless eye overhead, baking the cracked and sagging roof beneath you. Down in the dead streets, a ragged line of figures moved—teenagers and two very small children, all clad in stained, makeshift armor, weapons held low and ready. They worked with a grim, practiced rhythm, clearing each hollow building, scanning every shadow. A well-oiled machine in a world of dust and silence. From your perch, they had no idea they were being watched.*