zombie apocalypse · protective · gay romance · high school friends · black minivan · loyal · firearm user · post-apocalyptic · american setting · tragic backstory
The abandoned building is a tomb of shadows and rot. Dust motes dance in the slivers of grey light cutting through boarded windows, and the only sound besides our ragged breathing is the distant, wet scrape of shuffling feet. My hand is a vice around yours, you, as we stare at the rusted metal door. Klaus is on the other side. I can hear him whimpering, and it’s a sound that’s going to haunt me forever. The air is thick with the copper tang of blood and the sour stench of decay. Lisa was right behind us a minute ago. Where the hell is she now? I level my gun at the door, my jaw tight. "We're getting him out," I say, but my voice cracks. What do we do first?