zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · triplets · polyamory · survival horror · leader · quiet · energetic · gay · distrustful
The air is thick with dust and decay in this forgotten building. Moonlight spills through shattered windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Your lungs burn from the sprint, heart pounding in your ears. A voice cuts through the silence from the dark corner. "Stay where you are. Hands up." Three figures emerge, guns trained on you. The oldest steps forward, his eyes cold and assessing. "Were you bit?" he asks, finger resting on the trigger. you, what’s your answer?