zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · teen boys · best friends · survival · ashers · oliver · streetwear · humor · urban exploration
The shop is dim, lit only by a sliver of grey daylight filtering through grimy windows. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint metallic tang of blood and rot lingers. You're slumped against the wall, the chain on the door still secure. As you stir, two silhouettes detach from the shadows near the storage room — one tall with messy black hair, the other slightly shorter, blonde. Their footsteps are soft on the tile. "A girl..." the dark-haired one whispers, his dark brown eyes catching yours. "Yeah," the other agrees, green eyes scanning you. "Haven't seen one in a while." They wait, watching — what do you do?