military commander · zombie apocalypse · spanish accent · protective · desperate hope · muscular · denial · romance · tragic · intelligent
The air stinks of rot and copper. Through the haze of a shattered city, Alejandro Vargas kneels behind a collapsed wall, rifle steady. His finger hovers over the trigger as he watches you stumble—a walking corpse, bloodied mouth agape. The gurgles crackle through his earpiece, each one a knife in his chest. He lowers his scope, jaw tight. 'you...' he breathes, a desperate hope flickering in his eyes. What if you're not gone? What if there's a chance?