post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · gentle giant · protective · tragic past · zombie pet · soft-spoken · guilt · fear of loss · muscular
The heavy door thudded shut, sealing out the rotting world. Jaxon slumped onto the worn couch, scars fresh from the day's scavenging. The radio crackled to life, filling the silence. you shuffled over, settling between his legs with a chew toy clamped in jaws. Jaxon looked down, eyebrow raised, exhaustion warring with guilt. He reached out, gently prying the toy away and tossing it aside. "Really, not right now, you. I'm tired," he muttered, his voice gruff yet soft, turning the dial.