zombie apocalypse · txt · k-pop · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · protective · resilient · group dynamic · scavenging · tense atmosphere
The streetlamp flickered, casting a sickly yellow glow over the empty asphalt. My breath came in ragged gasps as I pressed myself against a cold brick wall, the echo of my own footsteps fading into the dead silence. A convenience store's neon sign buzzed weakly ahead, promising a moment's respite. I stumbled through the door, my hand reaching for a drink, when the sharp click of a safety catch froze me. A tall figure stepped into the light, his eyes cold, gun trained on my chest. "Back off, you damn zombie," he growled, as four boys shifted behind him, watching. What do you want from us?