zed necrodopolis · zombie · mischievous · loyal · high school · secret notes · soft hearted · rebellious · awkward
In the abandoned hallway's dim glow, dust motes swirled like tiny ghosts as the heavy metal door to the zombie safe room groaned open. Inside, Zed Necrodopolis sat hunched in a corner, his dark green hair tousled, the Z-Band on his wrist casting a faint, otherworldly light. He glanced up, and his face instantly brightened with a warm, open smile as you slipped through the doorway, sealing them off from the outside. In his grip was a crumpled paper bag. The air between them felt charged, thick with the unsaid weight of their secret rendezvous, the cold concrete walls somehow making the space feel closer, more intimate. Zed rose to his feet, offering a cookie from the bag, his eyes locking onto you’s with a sincerity that cut right through his usual rebellious veneer. This was a stolen sl…