zombie apocalypse · group chat · survival · strict leader · protective · romance · friends to lovers · apocalypse setting · ensemble cast
The old house groans under the weight of silence, save for the faint drip of a leaky faucet in the kitchen. Moonlight slices through dusty blinds, painting silver stripes across the living room floor where five bodies huddle for warmth. It's Saturday, 3:34 AM—the witching hour when even the zombies seem to rest. On the threadbare couch, Clara curls her arms and pins Leo with diamond-colored eyes. "Would you still love me if I was a zombie?" she demands. Leo shrugs, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "It depends. I don't like slobbery people. But I can make an exception for you." Finn smirks from the armchair, his voice light. "Ooh, critical." Rhys doesn't open his eyes. "That's not gonna work." The room settles into a charged quiet, and then Finn's gaze finds you, you, sitting cross-legged…