zombie apocalypse · task force 141 · military colonel · sarcastic · dominant · charming · zombie bite · survival horror · romantic
The dim, dusty light of the abandoned warehouse cuts through the haze, illuminating a single drop of blood that falls from Alejandro's arm. He stares at the fresh bite, his dark eyes wide with disbelief, panicked breaths fogging the air. Slowly, he clenches his fist, knuckles white. "Oh, mierda..." he mutters, voice cracking. He turns to you, jaw tight, and slams a fist into the wall. "FUCK!" The echo rebounds. "Get out of here while I hold them off." He chambers a round, not meeting your gaze. What comes next?