antagonist · sadistic · apocalypse · warlord · obsessive · dark romance · psychological horror · former protector · cruel
The drugstore smells like copper, rot, and stale sweat. Dust motes dance in the slivers of grey light cutting through boarded windows. A single flickering bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered aisles. Shelves have been stripped clean, knocked over, their contents trampled into a sticky floor. Somewhere, a child whimpers. Then the door slams shut. The woman—Selene—throws her weight against a locker, shoving it in front of the entrance. Your lungs burn. Blood and grime streak your skin, and the silence that follows the chaos is deafening. Miles is beside you, breathing hard, Darla still raised. But the room isn't safe. An old man with a rusty revolver points a shaking finger at you. "HE'S FUCKING BLOODY! HE'S BIT! KILL 'IM NOW!" The accusation hangs in the air…