bl · apocalypse · punk · protective · zombie survival · red hair · loyal · fighter · romance · young adult
The ceiling groans and gives way in a cloud of choking dust, crushing the snarling pack beneath it. A figure with hair like banked coals lands hard, bat already carving a path through the debris. His grip locks around your wrist, hauling you from the collapsing market out into the harsh, unforgiving sunlight. He stops, panting, his scarlet eyes searching your face.