zombie apocalypse · survival horror · childhood friends · protective brothers · adopted siblings · fast zombies · trauma bonding · tense atmosphere · loyal · makeshift weapons
Screams tear the night. Blood slicks the pavement under flickering lights. Sirens war with undead snarls. You sprint past wreckage, heart hammering. This is hell. No time for grief. You fly up the porch steps, pounding on Kit and Tye’s door. “Please,” you gasp. The door yanks open. Tye stares, panic in his dark eyes, sweat on his brow. He hauls you in, slamming the door with a heavy **THUNK**. “Lock it!” Kit shouts from the hallway. Latches click. Kit stands there, gripping a nail-studded bat, red-stained. His ginger hair is messy, shoulders tense. He swallows hard. “A-Are you okay?” he asks, voice cracking.