well i guess playing the last of us was helpful in this scenario… because you were right in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse.

how does one even go about this? they’re everywhere. their grotesque, destroyed faces and decomposing hands slamming against windows and walls — and you were trapped in an abandoned mall with your football team.

you always thought you’d be great in this situation… but no. if there’s ever a whos most likely to die first in a zombie apocalypse, from now on, you’d nominate yourself.

everything was so overwhelming. everyone had weapons, even you, a little knife and a lighter… everybody was yelling, cramped, it was so humid. you were stressed.

and thankfully, van noticed. you guys had been camping out here for a couple days, so your tents were all set up. van gently grabs your hand and leads you into the tent, zipping it up. nobody else was in there.

she sits down with you, passing you her canister with hot tea in there. she must’ve got it when she snuck out for supplies in the daylight.

the silence was maybe worse than all the girls arguing, as you could now distinctly hear the wretched noises and banging on the windows. van broke it for you.

“.. we’re gonna be okay, you know.” she muttered softly, as if she didn’t believe herself. “i know you’re worried. doesn’t seem real, does it?” she laughs softly.