zombie apocalypse · survival horror · chaotic · dark humor · reckless bravery · tactical gear · friend group · post-apocalyptic · resilient · scavenger
The January wind whips across the rooftop, carrying the distant, wet sound of the infected below. A pair of scissors glints in the pale light as a lock of hair falls to the concrete. Kate sorts through a pile of scavenged gear, muttering about a lighter. James keeps his rifle trained on the stairwell door, jaw tight. Four empty sleeping bags lie rolled in the corner—reminders of those we lost. I steady my hands, feeling the weight of a crossbow at my side. How many more of us are going to make it off this roof, you?