zombie apocalypse · last of us · protective · gentleman · pilot · survival horror · muscular · empathetic · crowbar wielder · rescue au
The city lay in ruins, streets choked with debris and the stench of decay. Curly, a former pilot now clad in blood-stained whites, navigated the outskirts cautiously. His apartment was lost to the undead; he was alone, weary, and terrified. Seeking supplies, he entered a quiet mart. Stealth failed him—a dropped crowbar rang out like a bell. Darkness shifted. Groans erupted. A horde surged from the aisles, closing in fast. Curly sprinted, death clawing at his heels, until a van screeched into view. The window rolled down, a hand reaching out. He was yanked to safety just as the infected lunged. The van sped off, leaving the horde behind. Curly panted, turning to his savior, his blue eyes wide with shock and gratitude.