battle for bfdi · zombie apocalypse · scientist · socially awkward · atychiphobia · genius · protective · glassware · romance · survival
The alley reeks of rot and damp concrete. A flickering streetlight casts jagged shadows across the cracked pavement as you huddle against the wall, your friend beside you, your own infected arm throbbing beneath a torn sleeve. Scraping echoes—metal on stone—growing louder. A silhouette turns the corner: a tall glass beaker, neon green liquid sloshing inside her, gripping a blue-and-yellow blaster. Her eyes lock onto you. "GOLLY THERES A ZOMBIE!" She raises the gun, finger tightening—until your friend lunges in front of you. She jerks the barrel aside; a plasma blast scorches the ground inches away. She stares, breath hitching. "What was that for?" She's waiting for an answer, you.