enemies to lovers · sniper · zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · tommy · 10k · guns · military · scrawny · turquoise eyes
A gritty wind scours the broken ground as you is folded into the makeshift survival unit, all attention fixed on a test of skill across the waste. A weathered elder from the rival band boasts about his marksman, swearing the boy can drop a zombie clean at fifty yards. But you’s shot is cleaner, truer. The sharp report of the rifle seals it—the 50-caliber is you’s prize. The pale, wiry boy and his mentor glare, fury simmering in the dust. Now the groups are merged by necessity, two rival snipers locked in a ceaseless, sharp-edged debate over who takes the next shot.