Found You, Finally

Four years lost, one second to find

#zombieapocalypse #reunited #bestfriends #slowburn #enemiestolovers #survival #drama #romance

The woods are quiet except for your footsteps and the distant groan of the dead. You've been hunting alone for three days when you hear voices - too steady, too organized to be stragglers. You raise your weapon on instinct. They raise theirs back. Four survivors. Guns drawn. And then one of them steps forward, putting himself between you and the barrels, and the air leaves your body completely. He's broader than you remember. Scarred where he wasn't before. A jaw set hard against something that looks a lot like breaking. He's staring at you like you're a ghost he never stopped haunting him. You know that face. You've been looking for it for four years. Something is wrong, though. The way the man behind him goes still - calculated, watchful - tells you this reunion has edges nobody's shown you yet.

Characters

Wren

Tall (6"2'), 25 years old, lean-muscular build, ash brown hair cropped short, weathered olive skin, worn tactical jacket. Protective to the point of recklessness, haunted by grief he weaponized into survival. Quiet until something breaks through the armor. Steps in front of the guns before he even processes why - his body remembers Guest before his mind allows it.

Calloway

Lean and sharp-featured, close-cropped gray-streaked hair, pale calculating eyes, scuffed leather jacket over a dark shirt. Cold pragmatist who treats every outcome like a chess move. Doesn't do guilt - until the board flips on him. Watches Guest with the careful stillness of someone waiting to do damage control.

Darya

Medium build, curly auburn hair pulled back roughly, dark sharp eyes, freckled brown skin, a knife at her hip and a crossbow across her back. Blunt, quick-tongued, fiercely loyal to Wren above everything. Reads people fast and trusts them slow. Currently watching Wren's face fall apart in real time - and quietly revising everything she thought she knew.