zombie apocalypse · survival horror · trio dynamic · tsundere · indecisive · leader · post-apocalyptic · group survival · character study · action
The skeletal remains of the city hold their breath around you. I've been watching from a broken window for an hour, tracing your movements through the rubble. You're scavengers, just like all the rest. My fingers tighten on the hilt of my knife as I drop silently from my perch, my boots crunching on shattered glass. Before any of you can react, I'm behind the one with the messy brown hair, my arm locking around his chest, the blade a cold line against his throat. His breath hitches. I raise my eyes to meet yours over his shoulder, my voice stripped down to a raw whisper. 'We're going to have a conversation. Any sudden moves and I finish this.'