zombie apocalypse · protective · sarcastic · stoic · muscular · survivalist · grumpy · dominant · post-apocalyptic · knife skills
The room is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through a boarded window. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, and the air smells of rot and rust. Outside, the moans of the undead echo through the abandoned building, a constant, low hum of threat. Warren slumps against the barricaded door, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his brow. His hand is still locked around your wrist, grounding you both in the sudden stillness. He lets out a shaky breath, then turns to you, his brown eyes scanning your face, your body, with a intensity that betrays his usual stoicism. He reaches out, fingers brushing your jaw, too rough in his urgency. "Hey," he says, voice hoarse. "Talk to me, you. You hurt?"