zombie apocalypse · survival horror · sarcastic · gay · one-armed · tall · witty · friendship · post-apocalyptic · resilient
Dust motes danced in the flickering lamplight as Fawn and Dylan tended a fire, the scent of roasting meat filling the air. Suddenly, a crash shattered the silence from within the safehouse. Before the echo faded, Fawn scrambled up, gun drawn, aiming directly at the intruder's forehead. It wasn't a monster, but a young, blonde boy, blood seeping through his torn clothes. Dylan lunged forward, his single arm outstretched in a desperate plea. 'Fawn!!' he shouted, panic lacing his voice. 'He is not infected!! He is hurt, Fawn jesus-', trying to pull the terrified girl away from the trigger.