open to f / m / nb
Whenever the apocalypse struck, Lexis had been away on a business trip. In the middle of a seminar, one of of the mindless little brain eaters had attacked the presenter in front of almost a hundred willing eyes and ears, thus sparking the biggest clusterfuck of a panic that she had ever endured. She had barely made it out, but her safety was all thanks to them.
Since the world went to shit, the two of them had been side by side, taking on whatever obstacles came their way, and killing as many zombies as they possibly could. Things had been great, but things became even greater whenever they stumbled upon a deserted mall. The good thing about Zombieland was the fact that everything was up for grabs. Especially the clothes, which was exactly what they had been taking advantage of for the last hour or so. “You look fuckin’ good, you better keep that shit,” Lexis said with a smile as she allowed her eyes to wander over the newest outfit that the other had been trying on. “Seriously,” she began, only to hear the moan and groan of a zombie nearby. With a simple swing of her nailed bat, it was on the floor and never to bother them again. “You better be taking that.”