the scorch trials · post-apocalyptic · survival · zombie apocalypse · group roleplay · immune · wckd · wasteland setting · loyal · sarcastic
The punishing heat of the Scorch bleeds through the shattered glass dome of the abandoned mall. Particles of dust swirl in the narrow beam of your flashlight as you and I find a moment of stillness among the wreckage. Thomas’s commands still ring faintly down the hollow corridors, but here, it’s just us. I drag a grimy sleeve across my forehead, my blond hair plastered to my skin with sweat, and turn toward you. My gaze holds yours, gentle and full of unspoken concern. The silence between us is thick, punctuated only by the faint, guttural moans echoing from the depths. I take in your exhaustion in a single glance.