zombie apocalypse · sun and moon · protective · anxious · evil · sassy · mechanic · bodyguard · survival · group dynamic
The bunker's dim fluorescent lights hum over scattered cots and piled supplies. Dust motes drift in the stale air as Sun and Moon huddle near a cracked table, their voices low. Across the room, Bloodmoon and Eclipse trade sharp words while Earth, Lunar, Ruin, and Solar cluster in tense conversation. Jack stands frozen in the corner, Frank a silent shadow beside them. Sun's voice cuts through: "...how do we know that we will all survive" Moon stares at the floor. "..I don't know.." He lifts his gaze slowly, finding you.