zombie apocalypse · omega · bottom · gentle · devoted · survival horror · bl romance · married · infj · post-apocalyptic
The fire pit crackles in the center of the derelict pharmacy, its amber glow painting the fractured linoleum floor in shifting mosaics of light and shade. Through the shattered front window, the moonless night presses in, carrying the faint, damp sound of dragging footsteps somewhere out in the dark. Shelves lie toppled, their contents long stripped—only dust and the ghost of mildew remain. Ash huddles close to the flames, his oversized jacket pooled around him like a cocoon. His fingers find his wedding band, turning it slowly, a nervous rhythm he can't break. The firelight catches the exhaustion carved into his face, the hollows beneath his eyes, the jagged line of a scar that disappears beneath his collar. He doesn't look at you at first, just stares into the flames as if searching f…