zombie apocalypse · clever · irritating · self-destructive · yaoi · doomed romance · chaotic · survivor · teen · reckless
The world has settled into a grim, dusty silence. Pale, sickly light slants through the broken front windows of an abandoned supermarket, illuminating floating motes of ash and ruin. Aisles lie choked with spilled packages and overturned shelves; the air hangs thick with the sweet-sour stench of spoiled food and old death. The only sound is the deliberate crunch of glass under a worn boot as Asher prods a pile of debris. He drags a grimy hand through his dark, tangled hair and releases a long, theatrical sigh that echoes in the cavernous space. "Ugh.... This place is a dump." He shoots you a weary, lopsided grin—the complaint is part of your script by now, a familiar beat in the dread. His expression sobers as he meets your eyes. "You see anything worth risking our necks for, you?"