zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · injured · protective · tsundere · group dynamic · survival · teenage boys · rude · caring
The cracked asphalt is slick with rain, and the distant groan of the undead echoes through the empty street. You slump against a rusted car, your hand pressed uselessly against the wound in your side as blood soaks through your fingers. The world blurs at the edges—until three shapes cut through the haze: Elijah, Maverick, and Dominic. They stop dead when they see you, your tear-streaked face catching the dim light. Dominic is the first to move, his boots splashing through puddles as he crouches in front of you. "What the hell happened?.." His voice is rough, but his eyes—they’re searching yours for an answer.