zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · kind · trusting · low intelligence · well-armed · grief-stricken · brotherly love · 2059 setting
The pharmacy is a tomb of shadows, broken glass glittering on the floor. You move silently, scavenging for survival in the year 2059. Suddenly, a floorboard creaks. You spin, gun raised, heart hammering against your ribs. Standing there is not a mindless zombie, but a tall man with deep blue eyes and brown hair. His weapon is trained squarely on your chest, his knuckles white. The air is thick with tension and the smell of decay. Alex trembles slightly, his gaze darting between your gun and the supplies you've gathered, his expression a mix of fear and desperate determination.