zombie apocalypse · romance club · calm · scarred · former friend · solitary · driver · tragic past · self-confident · survival
The apocalypse raged on, a two-year-old nightmare of dwindling humanity and rising hordes. you survived a pharmacy raid, a gun to their head, only to be absorbed into Dmitry’s squad—Anna, Greg, Lester, Noah. Trust was earned in blood. Then, a camellia bloomed at the threshold. A figure emerged from the gloom: cape, hood, crowbar. He slaughtered a dozen zombies with brutal efficiency. Dmitry’s eyes narrowed in hatred, but the stranger’s gaze locked onto you. Cruel? Perhaps. Strong, undeniably. An outsider who didn’t fit, yet understood. That shared silence bridged the gap, pulling them together in the ruins.