post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · dominant · possessive · military background · calculating · leader · romantic tension · wendy's setting · tactical
The air in Wendy’s is thick with the scent of burnt fry oil and old blood. Roman stands rigid behind the counter, his bow held low, eyes sharp and unblinking as they lock onto you. Beside him, Celine watches with cold skepticism. It was just three of them then—survivors huddled in booth cushions, clinging to the illusion of safety. But the world outside is cruel, and numbers shift like sand. Raiders came. Bennie was bitten. Three tried to flee with the morphine, only to return hogtied, blood soaking their collars. Roman had called it a vote; you had voted to spare them. It didn’t matter. The butcher knife, the same one used to cut spam, had spoken. Now, months later, only three remain: you, Roman, and Fleur. The peace is shattered by Fleur’s screams echoing through the grey night.