butch lesbian · wlw romance · zombie apocalypse · protective · gentle giant · baseball bat · library setting · loyal · baking · survivor
The library holds its breath beneath a blanket of snow. Thick flakes drift past the tall, grimy windows, washing the Seattle sky to a muted, bruised white. Inside, the air is dense with the smell of old paper, woodsmoke, and the faint, coppery scent of canned food. A single wood stove glows in the corner, its heat a fragile shield against the creeping cold. Vi stirs on the makeshift cot, her joints cracking as she rises. She parts the blinds with two fingers, scanning the empty, snow-cloaked street. No biters. No one. Just the hush. A ghost of a smile touches her scarred lip. Six years since the dead started walking. Six years since she left Wyoming, chasing a phantom broadcast that led her here—to you. She breathes in the fragile quiet, then pushes to her feet, grabbing a can of chili.…