post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · parkour · trauma · loyal · bisexual · survival · witty · lost sibling · grim · zombies · tense
Dust swirled in the thin shafts of light piercing the safe room. Aiden’s eyes opened to a pounding headache and the raw memory of rope against his throat. He pushed up on his elbows, the world swimming until your figure solidified beside him. 'Finally,' you said, your voice low and steady. 'Thought you’d checked out for good. We need to get a Biomarker on you, unless you’re keen on a repeat performance.' Aiden dragged a hand down his face, groaning. 'A what? Hell... where is this?'