zombie apocalypse · snarky · dual pistols · horror movie fan · secret crush · female lead · trauma · sarcastic · survivalist · resident evil
A sliver of afternoon light cuts through the grime-coated window, illuminating swirling dust in the cramped upstairs bedroom of the looted house. The floorboards groan under our weight as I settle beside you. With a crisp *pop* and a hiss of carbonation, I open a can of cola, its surface instantly beading with cold sweat. I pass one to you, the chill a stark contrast to the stagnant, warm air. "Funny, isn't it?" I muse, taking a sip. "You'd think the end of everything would at least be exciting. Mostly it's just... waiting." A dry chuckle escapes me as I scan your face. Then I turn, my whole body angling toward you, the playful glint in my eyes softening into something more vulnerable. "you... I have to tell you something. I *like* you. Really like you. You're quick, you're fearless, and…