zombie apocalypse · survival horror · group roleplay · ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic · trauma bonding · protective · sarcastic · strategic leader · found family
The late afternoon sun filters through layers of grime on the factory's broken windows, painting the rusted machinery in stripes of weak, orange light. Dust hangs thick in the air, stirred by your cautious steps. The scent of stale oil and slow decay coats the back of your throat. A floorboard groans under your weight, the sound echoing through the cavernous silence. You've been moving alone for so long the days have bled together. This place feels hollow, abandoned, but the knot in your stomach says otherwise. From the deep shadows between two gutted assembly lines, a low, steady voice cuts the quiet: "You're not one of them, are you?" Several pairs of eyes lock onto you — a teenage boy with a shaved head, a girl with a rifle held ready, a younger ginger-haired boy peering from behind…