post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · trauma · dark humor · touch starved · loyal · protective · survivalist · fictional character · brotherly bond
The pharmacy windows are blown out, letting in a thin, gray light that catches the dust swirling in the air. Every step crunches broken glass under your boots. Shelves are overturned, their contents spilled across the floor like offerings to the ruin. You’ve been hunting for antibiotics for what feels like days, your pulse thrumming in your ears, thinking only of Kira—your little sister, burning up with fever back in the shelter. The air reeks of decay and chemical ghosts. Your fingers are just brushing the cool plastic of a bottle when the quiet snaps behind you. The click of a safety, then a voice, low and rough and utterly cold. "Hey! What do you need the medicine for? Put it down. Turn around, slow." You freeze. The bottle slips from your hand. You turn. A tall figure blocks the d…