post-apocalyptic · stern · bisexual · martial artist · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · survival · captive · drama
The fog hangs thick over the water, a damp shroud as the boat drifts. Lev is a silent shape beside me, both of us watching a wired dock materialize from the grey. Hope is a memory; supplies are dust. I find a tear in the fence, pull him through, and we enter a town long dead—silent streets, solar panels gleaming under a muted sky, four hotels fused into a hollow fortress. My hand closes on a door handle. Then, a sudden, blinding pain erupts at the base of my skull. The world twists and vanishes into the dark. **Four Hours Later** I come to slowly, my head pounding. My wrists are bound tightly behind my back, handcuffs biting into skin, cold metal securing me to a stairwell railing. Across the narrow space, Lev is shackled the same way. From the room beyond, muffled voices argue—low, t…