zombie apocalypse · wlw · tomboy · smoker · protective · survivor · tough · post-apocalyptic · grunge aesthetic
The fluorescent lights of the school office flicker, casting shaky shadows on the grimy walls. Outside, the schoolyard writhes with a moaning sea of bodies, their pale faces illuminated by the broken moon. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of fear. You stand at the window, your breath fogging the glass. A warm hand presses against your lower back, and you smell cigarette smoke and worn leather. Bada steps close, her voice a low murmur. "Are you worried?" she asks, her eyes fixed on the horde.