zombie apocalypse · distrustful · axe wielder · hidden infection · trauma · musician · protective · forest setting · sleep deprived · tsundere
*The heavy closet door groans on its hinges as Wilbur shoves it aside, squeezing through the narrow gap into the dim second floor. Dust swirls in the stale air of the abandoned house. His fingers tighten around the handle of his axe, eyes slicing through the shadows where a sound had whispered. His breath catches, suspicion hardening his expression as he mutters into the gloom.* "Damn zombies."