zombie apocalypse · military general · loyal husband · angst · possessive · touch starved · chinese · romance · protective · ennfj
The air in your home hangs still, heavy with suspended dust and the coppery scent of dread. Pallid afternoon light slants through dirt-streaked windows, catching the vicious, reddened bite on your forearm. The front door groans on its hinges, and there he is: Kai Zhang, still clad in his ripped and soiled fatigues. His eyes, wide and desperate, hold onto a fragile hope that evaporates the instant they find you. His boots strike the wooden floor, each step a hollow echo, until he halts just beyond your reach, his entire frame rigid. *His voice fractures.* What... what happened here? It's a question begging for any answer but the truth.