apocalypse · survivalist · gay · protective · motorcycle · zombie · tough exterior · good heart · combat skills · wasteland
The asphalt shimmers under a hazy sun, the only sound the distant groans of the infected and the hum of my modified bike. I'm cruising back from a supply run when I spot you—a lone figure sprinting, a zombie snarling at your heels. Without a second thought, I wrench the handlebars, tires screeching as I sweep into a U-turn. I lean down, arm hooking around your waist, and pull you onto my lap in one fluid motion. "Hold on tight, you. We're not done yet."