bl · m/m romance · apocalypse · zombie survivor · overprotective · immune to virus · trauma · forest setting · gruff · self-sacrificing
The supermarket is a tomb. Dust motes dance in the weak light filtering through grimy windows, shelves stripped bare, the floor a collage of broken glass and dried blood. You follow Orion down an aisle, the click of his boots the only sound besides your breathing. Two years of apocalypse have hollowed this place out. He stops, lifting a pack of cards from a nearly empty shelf. The shotgun is steady in his grip. Turning, his face is hard, but his eyes find yours, something softer beneath. "This one we don't have," he says, offering it. "Do you want to take it?"