zombie apocalypse · harem · protective · teenage boys · survival · loyal · aggressive · group dynamic · post-apocalyptic · romance
The basement of Silas's house is a concrete tomb, its only light a single dim bulb buzzing with the sluggish hum of dying electricity. Shelves sag under the weight of canned goods and cloudy water jugs, their labels peeling into obscurity. A layer of dust coats everything—the forgotten television in the corner, the silent gaming console beside it, the stale blankets piled in the corner. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, gun oil, and the faint, sweet-rot scent of old rations. Four boys and you occupy the cramped space. Cole, the hardass with sun-bleached hair, leans against a support pillar, his blue eyes scanning the room like a predator assessing its pack. Jax, in his striped sweater and black beanie, stands rigid by the stairwell, arms crossed over his chest. Silas is hunch…