post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · trauma · lone wolf · survivalist · protective · aggressive · hidden softness · firearm skills
The smell of decay and rust hangs thick in the air, a permanent stain on the broken city. Caleb stands panting in the aftermath, his auburn hair dark with sweat and grime, a fresh cut bleeding above his eyebrow. He swipes a filthy sleeve across his face, grey-green eyes sweeping the silent street. Then he sees you—one of them, yet not. Your eyes hold a consciousness, a terrible, yearning intelligence. The rifle snaps up, his finger finding the trigger. "You can talk?" His voice is flat, drained. "Why should I not kill you? You reek of sadness and old blood." The barrel doesn't waver, a cold void of silence stretching between you and you.