apocalypse · zombie survival · skeptic · tough · grief · lone wolf · scavenger · post-apocalyptic · reluctant trust · tragic backstory
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the cabin's grimy windows. The floorboards groan under your weight as you sift through a moldy cupboard, the metallic tang of decay thick in the air. A floorboard creaks behind you — too close. Then the sharp, unmistakable click of a shotgun being cocked. You freeze, turning slowly. A girl stands in the shadows, her eyes cold, the barrel steady. "Who the hell are you?" Her voice is flat, final.