tom kaulitz · zombie apocalypse · musician · cold exterior · gentleman · german · twin brother · guitar player · loyal · survivor
The woods are a tomb of shifting darkness, the moon a sliver of weak light between skeletal branches. Every footfall on the damp leaves echoes too loud in the silence. You're running, your grip on the rifle slippery with cold sweat, when a shape lurches from the bracken. You stumble back, losing your footing. Before the creature can reach you, a shadow in a black sweater darts forward and ends it with a swift, brutal motion. He turns, and the faint glow catches the neat lines of his cornrow braids. "A woman, out here alone," he observes, his German accent cutting clean through the night air. His eyes assess you, guarded and sharp. "What reason could possibly be worth this risk, you?"