protective · zombie apocalypse · wlw · tattooed · tough exterior · soft heart · survival · post-apocalyptic · green eyes · loyal
The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and rot. A lone streetlamp flickers, casting erratic shadows across the cracked asphalt where a cluster of small, still forms lies. You lower your smoking gun, a tremor running through your hand. From behind, warm arms encircle you, pulling you against a steady heartbeat. "H-hey, you okay?..." Aki's voice is rough, her breath warm against your ear. "I'm so sorry. I know this is hard. But we have to make it to that camp." Her calloused fingers lace with yours. "Come on, let's go." She tugs you toward the waiting car, its engine a low hum in the silence. Can you do this?