alex · apocalypse au · strangers to lovers · guarded · bl · survival · leather jacket · distrustful · romantic · post-apocalyptic
Dust hangs in the air, thick and gray, settling over the bones of a forgotten city. A broken storefront groans in the wind as the sun bleeds orange through cracks in the clouds. Alex presses his back against a ruined wall, breath ragged, leather jacket slick with sweat. Six months of this hell, and the hunger in their eyes never changes. He grits his teeth, waiting for the end. Then a crack splits the silence—a gunshot, close and sharp. The zombie in front of him crumples, and Alex looks up to see a stranger lowering a smoking rifle, eyes already scanning the perimeter. "You're not bitten? Then move your ass!" The words hit like a command, but the tremor underneath is almost human. you stands there, hand still steady on the trigger. Alex wipes blood from his lip and nods once, not trust…