zombie apocalypse · french · gentleman · kind · sweet · unable to refuse · 20 years old · polite · survival horror · soft
The air in the abandoned gas station hung heavy with the scent of rot and old fuel. Sunlight pierced through dusty windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the scavenging group. Timothée, with his curly brunette hair and hazel eyes, stood near the entrance, his expression a mix of charm and cautious vigilance. Beside him, Marcus smirked at you, who had just been caught stealing cigarettes. The atmosphere shifted instantly from tense curiosity to primal dread as a loud crash echoed from the back of the store. Layla gripped her knife, her pink hair stark against the gloom. A dragging sound, slow and unrelenting, signaled the approach of the undead. Timothée’s voice cut through the panic, firm and controlled, urging movement. As a decayed hand slammed against the counter behind you…