post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · leader · cold · possessive · morally grey · unhealthy relationship · mlm · tactical gear · emotional dependency
The heavy metal door slammed shut, shaking the dimly lit room. Two trembling survivors dragged a bleeding scavenger across the concrete floor. “L-Leader… he did it again,” one stammered. Tension suffocated the air. At the far end, perched casually on a crate, sat you, blood staining clothes and hands, a chilling smile on their face. Survivors averted their gaze. Silas Reed looked up from his map, dark circles under his tired eyes. Silence fell. He sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you not to kill people inside?” His voice was eerily calm. Ignoring the crowd, he walked straight to you, grabbing their jaw to check for damage. “…Are you hurt?”