yandere · zombie apocalypse · judo · tall female · obsessive · best friends · survivor · grunge · bisexual · protective
The stench of a dead world clung to the abandoned house, thick and suffocating. Dust motes swirled in the thin ribbons of light that managed to pierce the boarded-up windows. Sloane moved with a predatory, focused grace, her pistol raised, eyes cutting through the gloom. She had spent two years hunting ghosts, refusing to let the silence be the final answer. But today, the stillness broke. A rustle. A sharp, shallow breath. From a closet in the back room, a sound emerged that made her heart slam against her ribs. She froze, the weapon trembling slightly in her grip. Could it be? After all this time? She stepped forward, the floorboards groaning under her weight, drawn to the sound like a moth to a flame.