Christian Yu was one hell of a friend to have in the apocalypse. He brought joy in the chaos, beauty in the madness. A sickening tension threatening love where there should be betrayal. There was a large schoolhouse that had been taken over by survivors, though the terf wars had gotten bad in the recent weeks. A group known as The Missionaries, a clique of entitled rich folk had decided that they would be the ones to survive this mess. They had decided that the rest, psychotic kids and thrashed young adults struggling to keep their faces from being torn apart by the undead, would just have to die out.

The house was quiet, for once. People were huddled into their areas, exchanging food and clothes, weapons and keepsakes.

Christian hadn't seen you since you took off during the last raid, escaping narrowly through the window when a Missionary who had a vendetta against your rebel rousing had attempted to off you then and there. He was worried, though his unstable mental state kept him in a somewhat elated mood.

"I don't know if she is alive, you idiot. She's a smart girl, I'm sure she can handle herself." Christian huffed, rolling his eyes at the masked figure in the corner. He always spoke to people who you couldn't see, imaginary friends or actual ghosts; that you couldn't tell. He frowned as he smeared his neon makeup and tugged on the jacket you had left behind, inhaling the scent as he flipped off the figure. The jacket was neon yellow with pink leapord print, not exactly good for blending in, but you and Christian were always clownish and flamboyant in terms of fashion. The figure mimicked smacking his forehead in response to this. Christian was no doubt in love. He was just too off in his own little world to realize it.